Three days away and it is hard to get back into the routine of putting a post on every day. Does everyone find this? Normally I have thought of something to blog about by around ten o'clock in the morning, but today my thoughts have been occupied by first of all having my usual Tuesday morning coffee with three friends and then managing to concoct a reasonable lunch from various things left in the fridge.
I hate to waste food. I always think of all the people (some of them in this country, let alone all in other places) who find it hard to manage to feed their families - either through lack of money (here) or through wars, or through lack of food generally. And when I put out food for the farmer to take down for the chickens (who will eat absolutely anything rather than the expensive food which is put into their troughs every day) I feel a stab of defeat that I haven't managed to use it up before its sell-by date (a bit of a load of rubbish anyway. As we were saying over coffee this morning - forget the date on the packet, smell it, inspect it carefully and unless there is something seriously amiss - eat it.)
So, it was tail end of a joint of ham, fried up left-over 'new' potatoes, various salads and - joy of joys to the farmer - a proper rice pudding made because I had excess milk and also some single cream left. Cooked slowly all morning in the Aga - it was a delight.
Now tomorrow it is back to normal food-wise. And as all the washing and ironing has been done, the same is true of getting the house straight too. Tomorrow is our monthly Poetry meeting, so this afternoon has been spent looking for what I am going to read tomorrow. So far I have chosen parts of A E Housman's 'A Shropshire Lad' - the part which quotes 'those blue remembered hills.'
Searching for the poems is almost as enjoyable as reading them out to the group.
I will be back again tomorrow to let you know how the meeting goes.