She heated up a pan of ham broth, adding some 'slightly past their best' mushrooms and half a courgette and we went back to bed.
Does the woman have no shame? I thought to myself, fancy telling folk that she's a'lolling about in bed on a cold February day.. after midday!
But why am I even thinking there's anything wrong with this, for did I not get the warmest place to snooze, have I not received pieces of hot carrot, parsnip and ham added to my egg bowl?
And now whilst she typing this, I am being allowed to rootle about on her bedside table, the breakable things have been removed, I might add.
It's a comfortable place to sit with my back toes hanging down and I've shredded a piece of paper or two, she's agreeable to this once she's entered them into her expenditure ledger. Yes, she runs a ledger and knows where every penny goes.
Paper is taken out to the allotment on a regular basis and burnt, the ashes go onto the raised beds. She recycles everything and carries a basket with her whenever she's out and takes one with her when she takes old WW as well, so has no need of those plastic bags that everything comes in.
Why doesn't the government stop them? Just stop them, for they're a recent addition to our shopping life, we managed very well without them before for centuries!
Tomorrow she has to replenish our egg stock, buy meat for the weekend, collect a raincoat from the dry cleaners and change library books.
She was hoping that Saturday might be slightly warmer but the weather forecast is for lower temperatures with no bright periods.
Incredible to think she was gardening in a sweater on Tuesday in bright sunlight in 11 degrees. It's a measly 6 degrees today and Saturdays forecast is cloudy and 5 degrees.
Boring.. very snorry boring indeed! Ah well.. it IS still Winter.. a patch of Snowdrops and two Crocus do not make a Spring!
Yes, a yellow and a purple crocus and lots of snowdrops are in flower in the oregano and lemon balm bed and Marina's jonquils leaves are up near the front bit of the peony walk.
The hycacinths and narcissi are poking their noses through in the cutting bed and the tightly curled leaves of Tereza's tulips from Amsterdam are up in the bed under a Stella cherry tree.
All of the bulbs, except the isolated ones in the hedges, got given a big mulch of horse manure back in October.
We love the gifts of bulbs that we've had from friends. The jonquils were the last gift that she received from Marina, she bought them when she was walking with friends on the Scilly Isles and sent them to us. Their fragrance is wonderful.
Eleven years ago later this month, LuLu gave her a basket of Grape Hyacinths, she planted the bulbs out and they've spread, they're like a blue carpet under the pair of apple trees at the front of her plot.
But gardening she must go at some point for onions, shallots, a rose, more dahlias and lots more lily of the valley will not plant themselves.
But in the meantime, as in at this precise moment, life is extraordinarily pleasant, we have a thermos of our beloved LapySang tea, our flat is warm because, although she's got it on the lowest heat, our new upstairs neighbours have their heating on and one of their radiators in the bottom part of their flat is the other side of our sitting room wall, it makes a huge difference to the warmth of our flat!
Earlier on in the week she went to the post office, posted a birthday present to a friend and a disc of photos off to her brother and today she has called a friend to see how her dental surgery went.
So everybody is well and tomorrow she's going upstairs to have supper with Tereza and the girls and to watch more episodes of 'The Marvellous Mrs. Meisel.
We hope that you have pleasant things planned as well?
GeeGee Parrot.
February 1st, 2018.
Does the woman have no shame? I thought to myself, fancy telling folk that she's a'lolling about in bed on a cold February day.. after midday!
But why am I even thinking there's anything wrong with this, for did I not get the warmest place to snooze, have I not received pieces of hot carrot, parsnip and ham added to my egg bowl?
And now whilst she typing this, I am being allowed to rootle about on her bedside table, the breakable things have been removed, I might add.
It's a comfortable place to sit with my back toes hanging down and I've shredded a piece of paper or two, she's agreeable to this once she's entered them into her expenditure ledger. Yes, she runs a ledger and knows where every penny goes.
Paper is taken out to the allotment on a regular basis and burnt, the ashes go onto the raised beds. She recycles everything and carries a basket with her whenever she's out and takes one with her when she takes old WW as well, so has no need of those plastic bags that everything comes in.
Why doesn't the government stop them? Just stop them, for they're a recent addition to our shopping life, we managed very well without them before for centuries!
Tomorrow she has to replenish our egg stock, buy meat for the weekend, collect a raincoat from the dry cleaners and change library books.
She was hoping that Saturday might be slightly warmer but the weather forecast is for lower temperatures with no bright periods.
Incredible to think she was gardening in a sweater on Tuesday in bright sunlight in 11 degrees. It's a measly 6 degrees today and Saturdays forecast is cloudy and 5 degrees.
Boring.. very snorry boring indeed! Ah well.. it IS still Winter.. a patch of Snowdrops and two Crocus do not make a Spring!
Yes, a yellow and a purple crocus and lots of snowdrops are in flower in the oregano and lemon balm bed and Marina's jonquils leaves are up near the front bit of the peony walk.
The hycacinths and narcissi are poking their noses through in the cutting bed and the tightly curled leaves of Tereza's tulips from Amsterdam are up in the bed under a Stella cherry tree.
All of the bulbs, except the isolated ones in the hedges, got given a big mulch of horse manure back in October.
We love the gifts of bulbs that we've had from friends. The jonquils were the last gift that she received from Marina, she bought them when she was walking with friends on the Scilly Isles and sent them to us. Their fragrance is wonderful.
Eleven years ago later this month, LuLu gave her a basket of Grape Hyacinths, she planted the bulbs out and they've spread, they're like a blue carpet under the pair of apple trees at the front of her plot.
But gardening she must go at some point for onions, shallots, a rose, more dahlias and lots more lily of the valley will not plant themselves.
But in the meantime, as in at this precise moment, life is extraordinarily pleasant, we have a thermos of our beloved LapySang tea, our flat is warm because, although she's got it on the lowest heat, our new upstairs neighbours have their heating on and one of their radiators in the bottom part of their flat is the other side of our sitting room wall, it makes a huge difference to the warmth of our flat!
Earlier on in the week she went to the post office, posted a birthday present to a friend and a disc of photos off to her brother and today she has called a friend to see how her dental surgery went.
So everybody is well and tomorrow she's going upstairs to have supper with Tereza and the girls and to watch more episodes of 'The Marvellous Mrs. Meisel.
We hope that you have pleasant things planned as well?
GeeGee Parrot.
February 1st, 2018.
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