Good morning everyone on this Tuesday - the day when I am minus carer and have to cope alone. Oh yes, I can manage it but it does take much longer because she moves like lightning doing the menial jobs like bed making and getting my breakfast. Also I often have a lie in. Because she comes at half past seven I usually arise at half past six, giving me time to open all the blinds, unlock the doors, and watch the news headlines. This morning I got up at eight o'clock - just in time for the news.
I pottered around doing all the little jobs which need doing every day and then as the sun was shining into the sitting room as soon as I had finished the mind games in the Times I went to get Priscilla, opened the garage doors and found it was raining. So here I am opening a post for today. It is lunch time and today's lunch (brought by my carer yesterday and ready for the microwave ) is roast beef, yorkshire pud, cauliflower cheese, sprouts, cabbage, carrots and mange-tout - and a jug of gravy which she tells me has thyme, marmite and red wine in it. It will heat well - it always does. If the meal includes chips or anything which does not microwave well then it goes into the Remoska to crisp up. Yes you will say - but not like the beef carved off the joint and put onto your plate with fresh veg. You would be correct but that sort of cooking is really beyond my capabilities these days and second best it might be but it is always good.
It is now a quarter to seven in the evening, all the blinds except the one where I am sitting at the computer are drawn. It has neither been fine or been raining all day - that in between when there is a bit of a drizzle in the air and the sky is just plain grey. And I suppose my day has been fairly similar in that nothing much has happened. No carer so no chat first thing, no walk because the weather was unfit, one long chat with my son and a quick chat with friend S who called with some fruit she had bought for me on Hawes market earlier in the day and that's it. It is still cloudy and we don't in any case live on top of a hill because apparently we would only have to be a little bit further North this week to possibly catch a glimpse of the Northern Lights. But in any case cloud conditions are not right this evening.
Hopefully our new television mast will come into action tomorrow. Just for a little while at lunch time the News came from our local station and was not being viewed through iplayer but just when I was thinking the whole saga of the destroyed mast was over the thing went off and we went back to iplayer. Friend S tells me that it is hopeful that by tomorrow evening everything will be back to normal for almost everyone ((I hope that includes us - something to do with the new mast being a bit shorter and not quite reaching everyone).
See you tomorrow when hopefully there will be a bit more to write about.
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Whenever I hear of Yorkshire pudding, I'm always reminded of one of my more embarrassing life moments. I was 20 years old, in University, and newly employed as a hostess in one of the local "swanky" restaurants. I clearly remember seating several groups of people and attempting to confidently recite the special of the day; "roast beef, roasted new potatoes, sweet baby carrots, and Yorkshire pudding for dessert." I was puzzled as to why so many people asked me to repeat the special. It wasn't until much later in the evening that I discovered Yorkshire pudding wasn't actually a dessert. I was mortified.
It's nice to have a chance for a little extra sleep in the morning once in a while. It sounds like your carer left you a delicious meal! We have had rain on and off here the last few days and it is finally getting a little cool in the mornings. I'm ready for Fall.
Doesn’t the weather affect us in so many ways. I thought of you when John showed us his lovely new outfit for the wedding… you spoke of wearing your good clothes and how much of a lift that gave you. Grey days need something to lift our spirits and our dressing can help with that.
I hope the television reception problems are over soon. I guess all you can do is endure it until the thing gets fixed.
Your carer certainly leaves you a hearty meal! I don't believe I can eat that much at one sitting anymore but it does sound delicious. I did have to google Yorkshire pudding after reading Melinda's comment as I didn't realize it is like a popover and not a dessert! :)
You are being cared for well.
It's been a funny day here too, but mostly dry. I should have done the sheets wash but a. Got busy and b. Didn't trust the weather!
Sounds the perfect dinner to brighten a grey day!
A quiet but busy day for you if you are doing all your own chores. Good to know you can do them even if they do take longer. Hope you get your TV service back to normal soon.
Can't remember the last time I had roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. So I am enjoying it vicariously through your blog, Pat!
Another warm and sunny day gere,
I wonder why they are not putting up a BETTER mast, rather than replacing it with a shorter one? Sounds very unfair.
Melinda's anecdote about Yorkshire pudding reminded me of my own first "encounter" with it: I had met my husband (the lad from Wath upon Dearne) not long ago and we were to have dinner at a restaurant in Scarborough. Yorkshire pudding was on the menue, and Steve said I should try that. Since I had no idea what it was (but I knew from the way it was put on the menue that it was NOT a dessert), I cautiously asked: "Is it made with blood?" For the rest of the evening, Steve didn't stop chuckling.
Even if no carer means no chat first thing in the morning for you, and having to do your little jobs yourself, isn't it also nice every now and then to simply sleep as long as you want?
It's not easy to cook a joint of any sort when you live alone, unless you want to be eating it for a week or two afterwards, so I think you have found a good compromise. It's a pity though that our weather spends so much of its time compromising between wet and dry.
Perhaps the transmitter masts don't need to be quite as high now it's all digital. For the last two years they have been renovating ours at Emley - there is a temporary meccano-like mast next to it at the moment while they do it. They have now replaced the top of the old mast and whereas originally it was higher than the temporary one, the new top is shorter.
Yes, Talcolneston mast is shorter and they took the original, higher one, down a few years ago.
I came down here to say the same as John. Cooking for one is tough.
As I read this, I thought back to when I was first reading your blog. How different your life is from a year ago, but you simply created a new routine for yourself, one that suits you. It is a pleasure to read about your days, and your spirit never fails to amaze me.
Don't ever worry about having nothing to write about.
Your daily blog is something I always look forward to and if its a quiet day, so be it.
Librarian you have my sympathy. I have never tried Black Pudding knowing that it is made with blood - the very thought is horrifying
Thanks for your comments folks - see you tomorrow.
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