1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the mizzling clouds, but we had got up at 4am and were there observing the moment it came up, and that's what counts. 2. Food at The Junction Inn , Groombridge. All four lunchclub members were impressed by the quality -- although the portions were rather small. I had smoked eel with beetroot cream (Oli says that sounds like witch food, but it was delicious, and didn't taste of beetroot at all); Ed and Doug had wild mushroom risotto; and Johnny P got his face round a huge homemade burger. It had chips with it that were very good too -- I know this because I stole some. 3. Taking The Mother's homemade cakes to work. There were three -- one chocolate, one coffee and walnut and one lemon with homemade jam in the middle. There was a lot of stickiness in the office for most of the afternoon.
Oh! I'm jealous! Frost and radiators! We're still working on getting out of the 70s. At least it's raining today, which we need desperately.
ReplyDeleteMMMM - frost and warm toes. No, I'd rather have warm.
ReplyDeleteNow why does no-one suffer from chilblains nowadays? - hot feet on rads on a cold day used to be such a NoNo.
ReplyDeletehorses rolling always so jolly and appealing thnaks for that reminder. My blog site is now www.spiritifelici.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteA nosegay of pansies.
ReplyDeleteRime! and to think you wrote this on wednesday and I'm reading it today! I was playing a vocab game on friday and when this word came up, I wasn't sure what it meant... lost a few points on a wrong guess too. Now that teaches me to keep doing daily stuff on a daily basis, doesn't it?? :-)
ReplyDeleteRashimi -- I'm guessing that you have not much need for a word like 'Rime', living as you do in India's magical world of affordable tailors, million gods and heat. Nick and I are watching a series of documentaries about the history of India -- it makes me want to visit one day to see everything for myself.
ReplyDeleteLady Thinker -- my father often wonders that. I think it's because of better quality socks. Or maybe global warming.
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