‘Tis the season to eat Holly, tralalalalalalalala |
| Published: December 25, 2008, 12:54 pm |
| Tags: bpd, computers, death, food, gardening, general, brussels sprouts, fish, keith richards, mushrooms, noerbert the bravem cats, noise, peas, potatoes, quorn, sharon muffins, stick insects, work, writing |
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Christmas Day is almost over in the UK and it looks almost like I shall make it through unscathed - almost a first and almost certainly an unprecedented overuse of the word “almost.” The same idea running round and round and round my head - “Please be quiet, Whistler, please!!!!!!!!!” Ahhh - peace for a moment or several; hopefully for long enough to pen this entry. Bouncing around a bit less now, a few deep breaths, calm restored, almost … Today has gone pretty well so far: made breakfast of eggs on asparagus with shaved funky cheese, all in a sauce of mine own devizing, then down to the allotment to harvest some Kale for tonight’s supper. Allotment looking good and not too weed-infested; not too much work to get it ready for Spring. Nothing lost, damaged or stolen, except possibly a potato plant dug up by a passing rabbit - they too must eat, so I cannot begrudge them their Yuletide larceny. Whistler seems to be choking on an overdose [ Full article ] |
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