GETTING THE RECIPE FOR DANISH COOKIES.. VERY SLOWLY!

Yesterday was a very 'funny' day. 

Read on Dear Readers and then perhaps you will understand why my feathers are grey although I am so young.. just kidding folks, just kidding!

It started out with both of us oversleeping, through the beep-beep of a text message arriving and the ring-ring of a landline - yes, we still have one of these - on we slept.

When she surfaced from her deep sleep and saw what time it was, well, it was if that comfy old bed ejected her!

Whoosh, my curtain opened as she said "Quick GeeGeeBugBug, wake up, for very late, it's thirty minutes after ten of the morning clock".

Hurry-scurry into the bathroom and then into YumYum HQ. Eggs, bless their hearts, are so quick to cook. The only downside (can an egg have a side, I ask) is that with one slurp or two, they've gone.. sigh.

Flat griddle down from its' hook, air-dryed bacon and two eggs. Oh.. fried eggs, I love them and get a really soft one all to myself.

It comes with a slice of German dark rye bread with seeds with the smallest scraping of Goaty Curd, not small out of meaness, small because we are approaching the bottom of the pot.. sigh.

She had made the lunch which she was taking to Susan. A pate, a dish of pork, red cabbage from Bartek, a loaf of our favourite toasting rye bread from the Polish Bakery, the recipe is from Lithuania. Pudding was a winter fruit compote and  a small bag of her homemade crystallised ginger.

The compote was in a glass jar, the ginger was in a little box and they were already in small Wicker-Wheelie.

Poor big Wicker-Wheelie is very 'poorlie' and waiting to go to Debbie's friend David for serious repair work

She packed up the lunch and put it into her basket. Washed up, cleared and cleaned the kitchen. 

Washed, dressed, a quick call to tell Susan she was running a bit late, she gave me fresh water, big bowl of yumyum, turned on the radio, switched on my 'SAD' light and whoosh, she was out of the door.

I called her but she had gone.. running with Wicker up the street.. oh dear, I though.. oh dear..  you see.. she had forgotten her basket!

She is so used to putting everything into a Wheelie that she thought the food was underneath her bag.

Part Two of this post will be coming your way after we break our fast.

GeeGee Parrot.

December 29th, 2014.