Somehow I am sitting here and feeling a total lack of inspiration. Not sure why because it is total sunshine outside (albeit freezing cold) and the washing is flapping on the line, and obviously drying, so I can get out the iron shortly. Are you an ironer, or are you one of those who fold and hope for the best? I am afraid I iron everything, even the dusters (so that they dry quickly) and shall not break the habit now.
I didn't do a post yesterday because I cooked a major (for me) Sunday dinner, which involved a lot of fiddling about. It is not my sort of food but sometimes I feel duty bound to cook a meal which the farmer loves. So we had a pot roast of rare breed Highland beef with roast fennel, potatoes and onions, a casserole of red cabbage, apple and onion, and Yorkshire puddings. The farmer was pretty chuffed - especially by the gravy with onions, which he loves and rarely gets.
In the evening it was three solid hours of television!! Blandings I find quite unmissable, the News, Country File and then the introductory programme for Lambing Live, which is to start tomorrow night, coming from the Scottish Borders. I think the farmer finds it pleasant to watch another farmer working so hard while he is sitting in the comfort of his arm chair!
On Saturday night friend W and I went to a Jazz evening. We were not sure what we were going to get and what we did get was one singer and one guitarist, playing and 'singing' songs in a jazz style. Neil Young, the Beatles, Jerome Kern, - songs both of us like - but we prefer them in the conventional style. Two hours of this was rather a long time and we were not unhappy when it came to an end.
Change of subject - friend S bought some new hens on the same day that we bought ours (the farmer and S and T went together to buy them). I have just had an e mail from S to say that hers have started to lay. I must say ours still look a long way from laying, but we had better keep a weather eye on them, because they didn't lay in the nest box.
Well, that has filled my space today - sorry if it is a bit boring.
I have a busy week this week. Hospital tomorrow for a steroid injection in my ankle; Poetry on Wednesday; trip out with friend W on Thursday: trip over to Kirby Lonsdale on Friday with friend W to meet friends for lunch; out to dinner on Friday evening with the shooting syndicate (do I eat a very light lunch (gorgeous Italian restaurant, where I love the food)) or do I eat a small meal in the evening at the Carvery (not my kind of food at all)?