WE did write a post yesterday.. except that norty Blogspot swallowed it! Grrrr. So here it is again.
SHE had lunch on Sunday with an old friend, they met and ate at a local hotel on Thurloe Place called The Rembrandt.
Into the big dining room and oooh, lookie lookie, there was a splendid selection of beautifully well prepared food, perfect for a proper 'Sunday' lunch! A roast lunch.. oh, such lovely grub!
Roast beef, roast lamb, yorkshire puddings, onion rings and a huge selection of 'starter' dishes, smoked fish, shrimp, heavenly lubbly-jubbly food to eat with great pleasure but without having the chore to buy it, cook it, OR, do the washing up!
Slurp, they both behaved just like pythons, they unlocked their jaws and ate everything in front of them, no food was left on their plates!
SHE did not eat any pudding but Carol did, she is only forty six and can and does, eat anything, just like SHE did at that age, sigh.
SHE celebrates an anniversary in February, on the
twenty third, so to spend the actual day with Carol was fun as they had much to talk about.
The previous day, Saturday, had been wonderful at the garden. What was very pleasant was the lack of damage for the garden was not in such an appalling state, much to HER surprise.
Yes, there has been some damage to the fences caused by the dreadful winds but when YOU consider that SHE has not set foot through the gate for six weeks to do any work, it was not too bad.
The grass does look untidy but as it has not been cut for at least two months, that is understandable.
But lookie lookie, everything is a'growing, swiss chard, sorrel, self seeded rocket, cabbages, purple sprouting broccoli, brussel sprouts, herbs, garlic and onions.
The cauliflowers? Huh, well, SHE thinks that they might turn into what they should look like but they don't do so at the moment, the less said about those cauliflowers, the better.
All the little beds and two of the long beds were dug and turned over. A touch of frost would be good to break up the soil which is a 'bit' too damp. The large cutting bed, full of dark blue hyacinths and jonquils, was cleared of weeds.
SHE sharpened the pruning shears and went snip snip allover the apple and pear trees, they have all grown so much and far too tall, SHE reduced their height by two thirds.
And laughed when SHE saw the three 'Seneca' plum trees for they are covered in blossom, they are very silly girls, for these cold winter winds will blow it all away and then there will be no fruit, grrr. Such a pity as these plums are tasty.
However, all the other plum and stone fruit trees are still fast asleep, they not dancing around in their fairy dresses with pale green chiffon shawls.
For they are not only in blossom, they are also in full leaf, it is most curious, SHE will telephone Brogdale, the fruit research company and ask them to tell HER more about this variety.
But then old mr.wind came along and SHE saw a big dark line on the horizon, that signifies rain in fifteen minutes, quick scurry scurry, shut up shed, pick some 'greens', a large bunch of daffodils and run for the bus.
Don't YOU just love happy week ends? Now I know YOU are wondering about the curious title of this post, are YOU not?
Well, the fruit trees had grown so tall that SHE knows that they have been reading a book, the autobiography of Sir Douglas Bader. Why his book, Dear Readers, his autobiography was called 'Reach for the Sky'!
And, if YOU don't know who he was, WE suggest that YOU do an on-line search.
But be prepared, yes indeedy, be prepared to have YOUR socks blown off by the story of the bravery, the courage and the incredible determination of this man.
WE have a busy week ahead, for there is lots to do. SHE was hoping for a fine day but heavy rain is due tonight so there will be no cutting of grass tomorrow.
Instead, SHE will go up to Streatham and hopes to have coffee and eat homemade Danish cookies with Susan. And, whilst SHE is there, SHE will get Tereza some salted pork fat from Bartek, for there was none for sale in France.
Goodness, is that the time, how late it is! Time for bed.
Good night Dear Readers. I will be back, that's not a threat, it's a promise.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 24th, 2014.
SHE had lunch on Sunday with an old friend, they met and ate at a local hotel on Thurloe Place called The Rembrandt.
Into the big dining room and oooh, lookie lookie, there was a splendid selection of beautifully well prepared food, perfect for a proper 'Sunday' lunch! A roast lunch.. oh, such lovely grub!
Roast beef, roast lamb, yorkshire puddings, onion rings and a huge selection of 'starter' dishes, smoked fish, shrimp, heavenly lubbly-jubbly food to eat with great pleasure but without having the chore to buy it, cook it, OR, do the washing up!
Slurp, they both behaved just like pythons, they unlocked their jaws and ate everything in front of them, no food was left on their plates!
SHE did not eat any pudding but Carol did, she is only forty six and can and does, eat anything, just like SHE did at that age, sigh.
SHE celebrates an anniversary in February, on the
twenty third, so to spend the actual day with Carol was fun as they had much to talk about.
The previous day, Saturday, had been wonderful at the garden. What was very pleasant was the lack of damage for the garden was not in such an appalling state, much to HER surprise.
Yes, there has been some damage to the fences caused by the dreadful winds but when YOU consider that SHE has not set foot through the gate for six weeks to do any work, it was not too bad.
The grass does look untidy but as it has not been cut for at least two months, that is understandable.
But lookie lookie, everything is a'growing, swiss chard, sorrel, self seeded rocket, cabbages, purple sprouting broccoli, brussel sprouts, herbs, garlic and onions.
The cauliflowers? Huh, well, SHE thinks that they might turn into what they should look like but they don't do so at the moment, the less said about those cauliflowers, the better.
All the little beds and two of the long beds were dug and turned over. A touch of frost would be good to break up the soil which is a 'bit' too damp. The large cutting bed, full of dark blue hyacinths and jonquils, was cleared of weeds.
SHE sharpened the pruning shears and went snip snip allover the apple and pear trees, they have all grown so much and far too tall, SHE reduced their height by two thirds.
And laughed when SHE saw the three 'Seneca' plum trees for they are covered in blossom, they are very silly girls, for these cold winter winds will blow it all away and then there will be no fruit, grrr. Such a pity as these plums are tasty.
However, all the other plum and stone fruit trees are still fast asleep, they not dancing around in their fairy dresses with pale green chiffon shawls.
For they are not only in blossom, they are also in full leaf, it is most curious, SHE will telephone Brogdale, the fruit research company and ask them to tell HER more about this variety.
But then old mr.wind came along and SHE saw a big dark line on the horizon, that signifies rain in fifteen minutes, quick scurry scurry, shut up shed, pick some 'greens', a large bunch of daffodils and run for the bus.
Don't YOU just love happy week ends? Now I know YOU are wondering about the curious title of this post, are YOU not?
Well, the fruit trees had grown so tall that SHE knows that they have been reading a book, the autobiography of Sir Douglas Bader. Why his book, Dear Readers, his autobiography was called 'Reach for the Sky'!
And, if YOU don't know who he was, WE suggest that YOU do an on-line search.
But be prepared, yes indeedy, be prepared to have YOUR socks blown off by the story of the bravery, the courage and the incredible determination of this man.
WE have a busy week ahead, for there is lots to do. SHE was hoping for a fine day but heavy rain is due tonight so there will be no cutting of grass tomorrow.
Instead, SHE will go up to Streatham and hopes to have coffee and eat homemade Danish cookies with Susan. And, whilst SHE is there, SHE will get Tereza some salted pork fat from Bartek, for there was none for sale in France.
Goodness, is that the time, how late it is! Time for bed.
Good night Dear Readers. I will be back, that's not a threat, it's a promise.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 24th, 2014.
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