10 February 2013

PS

The good news is Richard loved the rice pudding! Wa-hay, result!

Fated to be late

Man! You know what? I'm cursed. It's official. No matter what I'm making, no matter how long it's supposed to take, it always ends up taking me about 3 hours. Take tonight. I have made rice pudding - the first time, I've never tried it before although Mum used to make it. I saw what looked like a nice recipe on the TV yesterday morning (see what happens when people put the TV on during the day?) and thought Richard was making dinner. When he came through to ask why time dinner was ( I was by this time deep in a movie on TV) I realised he wasn't!

A brief discussion ensued, we decided I would make a dish I'd found which takes 25 minutes (Richard was gnawing his arm off by now). - unfortunately it turned out the dish requires cooked potatoes - and cold ones, at that! At least another 40 minutes!

After another consultation I defrosted a coupla helpings of stuff I'd made last week - lasagne and shepherds pie. That took another forever to defrost in the microwave so by the time we actually ate it must've been about 2 hours.

For a mere defrosting or a 25 minute dish? See? It's fate.

03 February 2013

Clear morning

We unexpectedly had snow yesterday morning when we woke up. I say unexpected because it wasn't heralded by a week's "SNOWMAGEDDON!!!" hysteria from the "national" press. Why was that, I wonder? Perhaps because it wasn't going to affect the south of England?

Anyway, it's going now but still up at the track. With a lovely light sky this morning too.

02 February 2013

Gizzy's Revenge

That cat! She haunts you when she wants fed, sitting on your laptop or on the counter and giving you that look "Feed me!"

Then she hangs out with Richard in bed, waiting for me to come to bed so she can lie on me half the night.

I'm quite strict, not giving into her demands for food when she already has some etc. So last night she got her own back. I lay on the bed to play with her and she took an eppy and attacked my hand. Told her off and never thought any more about it. Until this morning when I woke to find my wrist had swollen up and was quite painful.

She tried to poison me! There are a couple of scratches which is what has caused the infection. Luckily I applied Savlon (Dad would be proud!) and it's going down now. The good news is it meant Richard had to ride my bike home from work instead of me. Silver linings...