Good morning.
A slightly disturbed night last night as I awoke at silly O'clock (5am) to find Mr GF sitting on the bed, getting dressed. Evidently he thought it was morning! Having convinced him that it was far too dark to be morning, not easy to do when he hadn't got his hearing aids in, he promptly fell back asleep and I was wide awake. He woke me again at an unbelievable 10am.
Lottie, I hope your cake was a success. It's a horrible feeling when you put the effort in and don't get a good result. One year I tried cooking a Christmas cake in my little halogen oven, (my ordinary oven was on it's last legs and there were none of the sort of cooker I wanted available). It was a complete failure, with a burnt top and completely raw bottom. I remember telling one of my sisters the sad story when she rang me up, and a few days later she sent me a cake that she had made. (Same family recipe).
What are you thinking of crocheting, Bren?
I think that my next job will be to zap some pastry ready to go in the base of a lemon meringue pie later.
We're still in single figures, temperature wise, today and the murk is not attempting to clear. It seems ages since the sun came out to play.
I remember, as a small child, one of my grans used to take me to pick mushrooms at dawn, but I wouldn't have the confidence to be sure that I hadn't picked something poisonous.
A slightly disturbed night last night as I awoke at silly O'clock (5am) to find Mr GF sitting on the bed, getting dressed. Evidently he thought it was morning! Having convinced him that it was far too dark to be morning, not easy to do when he hadn't got his hearing aids in, he promptly fell back asleep and I was wide awake. He woke me again at an unbelievable 10am.
Lottie, I hope your cake was a success. It's a horrible feeling when you put the effort in and don't get a good result. One year I tried cooking a Christmas cake in my little halogen oven, (my ordinary oven was on it's last legs and there were none of the sort of cooker I wanted available). It was a complete failure, with a burnt top and completely raw bottom. I remember telling one of my sisters the sad story when she rang me up, and a few days later she sent me a cake that she had made. (Same family recipe).
What are you thinking of crocheting, Bren?
I think that my next job will be to zap some pastry ready to go in the base of a lemon meringue pie later.
We're still in single figures, temperature wise, today and the murk is not attempting to clear. It seems ages since the sun came out to play.
I remember, as a small child, one of my grans used to take me to pick mushrooms at dawn, but I wouldn't have the confidence to be sure that I hadn't picked something poisonous.
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