It’s funny isn’t it how things never go to plan. You decide what to do and when and then you end up doing something else entirely – but somehow it’s better.
I visited the Smallest Baby Girl on Friday and she was so much better than when I’d been the previous week and spent most of the time trying to remove my earrings and laying on me playing with my hair. I keep telling her that she can’t have the diamonds till I’m dead but it doesn’t seem to make any difference…at least the girl has taste! Saturday went as planned and we took a trip to the cinema and watched the impossibly thin / rich / good looking folks in Valentine’s Day – a film that was marred only by a bunch of little gits who ran up and down the aisles and giggled at the soppy bits at the end so loudly that I’m not sure that I got the gist of the ending at all. I came out feeling fat, poor and very average and on that basis didn’t feel at all ashamed of the pizza that I stuffed down my throat afterwards.
There was a day of doing on Sunday. The weather was pretty awful so indoors duty was in order. I discovered something amazing – that if you play very loud rock music (the Foo Fighters Greatest Hits in my case) you iron more quickly…strange but true. Off went Pick of the Pops, on went the Foos and down went the ironing pile – amazing. Please feel free to conduct your own research in this department.
Feeling suitably smug at having finished the domestic bliss bit of the weekend I decided to turned the half a ton of damsons that have been lurking in the freezer since the Autumn into what was the Ladies of Shallots best seller – Damson in Distress Chutney. Alas I had forgotten what a complete pain this is to make and suffered third degree burns to my fingers trying to extract the stones à la Delia with rubber gloves as the pot was boiling with the force of a small Vesuvius. Damson chutney is an evil monster that lays perfectly still in its pot until you stir it and then it spits and bubbles creating much in the way of blue air in the kitchen…anyway, after what seemed like forever, 14 pots were created.
So they’ll be squirreled away till the end of the year Christmas sales when they have matured nicely (unlike the maker). We repaired to the pub for a little Valentine’s tipple and then I had dinner with my two favourite boys. A really nice weekend. Really nice.
Oh yes, and these turned up finally
Very exciting. I just need the weather to warm up a bit.