At quarter to six this morning, I was struggling down the road with a huge sack of very heavy boulders. I tripped on the kerb, whereupon a lady - who looked just like Hyacinth Bucket - appeared and tut-tutted at me. "It's a boy" she said, "and a big one!" The veracity of her soothsaying powers was confirmed by her hooped earrings - the universal symbol of Really Good Fortune-Tellers the world over. I awoke, resigned to the outcome, and lay there fretting for half an hour that I still haven't got around to cleaning the fridge.
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. The Husband and I have managed to remain civil to each other and live under the same roof for many years... actually, we had a very nice evening. I cooked some lovely buttery Charlotte potatoes, with a fresh tomato and rocket salad in a light dressing of honey and mustard, with His favourite - rib eye - steak, with caremelised shallots in a red wine reduction.
The Hunt For A House To Live In has proved far more difficult than I ever imagined. Not only do we seem to live in the most expensive area in the entire world, but landlords seem to expect four to six weeks notice that you might wish to move in... There is an empty cottage in a village about six miles away which is looking like a possibility, although I think it might require a tin-opener to install us, the children and all our furniture. But beggars can't be choosers, as they say.
My latest assignment from the magazine is an article about children's party food, which I have more or less written, but my editor has asked if I can also supply photographs. I should have said no, but she is so lovely and I don't want to let her down. So somehow I have to find the time to cook mountains of honey chicken and mango mini kebabs, cheddar and apricot hedgehogs, and banana and butterscotch fairy cakes, and get the digital camera out. On the upside, we will get to eat it all afterwards and perhaps an impromptu tea-party is just what we need to lift the spirits.
But first, I must clean the fridge...
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. The Husband and I have managed to remain civil to each other and live under the same roof for many years... actually, we had a very nice evening. I cooked some lovely buttery Charlotte potatoes, with a fresh tomato and rocket salad in a light dressing of honey and mustard, with His favourite - rib eye - steak, with caremelised shallots in a red wine reduction.
The Hunt For A House To Live In has proved far more difficult than I ever imagined. Not only do we seem to live in the most expensive area in the entire world, but landlords seem to expect four to six weeks notice that you might wish to move in... There is an empty cottage in a village about six miles away which is looking like a possibility, although I think it might require a tin-opener to install us, the children and all our furniture. But beggars can't be choosers, as they say.
My latest assignment from the magazine is an article about children's party food, which I have more or less written, but my editor has asked if I can also supply photographs. I should have said no, but she is so lovely and I don't want to let her down. So somehow I have to find the time to cook mountains of honey chicken and mango mini kebabs, cheddar and apricot hedgehogs, and banana and butterscotch fairy cakes, and get the digital camera out. On the upside, we will get to eat it all afterwards and perhaps an impromptu tea-party is just what we need to lift the spirits.
But first, I must clean the fridge...
What a delight you are to read.... I only read when directed by YOUR editor, but it's always a pleasure.
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