Well it seems like that doesn’t it? When is this rain EVER going to stop? I’m sure it’s largely responsible for all the many and various aches and pains so many of my real and cyber friends seem to have at the moment and for the very unseasonal sense of gloom that is all pervading. I am fighting the blues in any way that I can and to that end have just been out into the (soaking wet) garden, picked some fuchsias which almost unbelievably are still flowering and have put them in a little vase on my bedroom windowsill to cheer things up a little bit.
It’s only a little splash of colour but as the ad says – every little helps.
The weekend went well if exhaustingly. The ACL and I sold £180 worth of chutney and stuff and beat our own show best by managing to flog 14 jars of runner bean – mostly to men I might add. We’ve discovered that by putting out samples (which oddly no one else seems to do) we sell so much more. I mean, runner bean chutney? Sounds vile, actually looks pretty vile, but tastes fantastic!
So we came away happy with our efforts. I then began cooking on Saturday night (in between rushing in and out to watch..well you know what) for Mrs Folly’s Sunday buffet for 60. The ACL was round at 8 on Sunday morning buttering bread and even TG got involved making crudites – I love ’em both! That also went very well and the assembled company of trampoliners went away looking well fed. Phew!
By Sunday evening I was completely knackered but luckily TG and the ACL were on hand with a rather lovely roast and a most fantastic chocolate cake that went down especially well with the child who easily ate a quarter of it and so we sat and fatly watched tv and chatted, which has become a sort of Sunday evening staple. The Wednesday Night Curry Club is meeting at mine this week (we’re fed up getting wet waiting for buses) which will be something to look forward to – we’re having a sort of Indian / American supper where everyone brings something and so it makes it cheap all round. I haven’t quite decided what to cook as yet but Mr Folly is threatening something very hot…now there’s a surprise…bring on the bhajis, that’s what I say!
The ‘Sunny Isle of Wight’ is bound to turn Sunny again, isntititit?!?
You all impress me with your creative ways of surfing those big rainy waves; beautiful chutney jars, I’m not surprised you sold so many! Keep up the delicious work 🙂
Snædís
Thanks for your kind comments – as a fellow sometimes drama queen I know exactly where you’re coming from!!
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