I generally end up looking that whenever I make the mistake of going along with OH when he says "I know where this path leads - it'll be fine". You'd think after more than 25 years I'd have learned, but no; I spent last Friday at the in-laws trying to stand with my back to the wall wherever we went
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Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Evening. I did compose something before I left for work - but it crashed out twice so had to abandon. It wasn't anything earth shattering - just a comment on the alarm clock of Bird dawn chorus and something agreeing with Punkdoc's point about people wanting improved services without having to increase their own tax contributions (it all sounded good at 7am anyway).
Getting muddy is very therapeutic - whatever your age!
Love the photo of the muddy grandchildren. The little one doesn’t look very pleased.
We got woken by an early phone call today. It was our tip lady’s hubby telling us the latest progress. She finally had her neck fused on Tuesday. The leg was operated on last week. Apparently when she is up to it, she’ll be transferred to Cooma hospital. That’ll make it easier on the family who have been travelling up to Canberra hospital to visit her.
i had my first visit to the ENT surgeon in Canberra yesterday. He seems very competent and pleasant. I don’t expect to need to visit him again, but will if necessary. He was amazed that the grommet that was put in my drum in 1981 was still happily doing its job. (Keeping the tropically damaged ear aerated). This is the first time anyone has prescribed antibiotic ear drops for me. Usually I get to take the oral meds which I try to resist. Worn out as usual from the trip. We found a little bakery which makes excellent sour dough bread, so not only did we have a very good late lunch, but brought back two loaves for home as well. Love sour dough. My Mum’s Father was a master baker, I’m told,. I wonder if food tastes are passed on through the generations?
I'm sick so I'm camped out on the sofa with nothing to do 'cept read back and butt in.
I'm convinced that tastes are passed on Pat. I could eat ginger to the band playing and always thought it was a bit odd since nobody else is that bothered about it. I used to buy glace ginger on my way home from school to eat instead of sweeties. Turns out my great granny was the same. Ginger mad! (I'm eating ginger nuts as I type!!!!)
I do like that mud look. I remember as a child, sliding down a very steep bank on my left hip. A clue to time period would be that I was wearing my navy crimplene M&S bell bottoms. I thought I would die laughing. Well I was about 8 so of course it was funny!
Dove if you're taking orders... Loving the colours.
BL I'm glad you managed to catch up with your neighbours. I hope they pass the message on to the owners. I had a dog who howled when her pal died and left her alone. I would have had no idea if my NDN hadn't told me. She was a steady old girl and I was so surprised. She howled for one day and I had her "doggy-sat" every day after that (even when I got her a new friend) till she went to sleep last November (aged 17).
Off to make more coffee and take drugs. I'm feeling like a pile of tripe.
Morning PP. That’s interesting about the ginger because it’s not the sort of taste that everyone likes, especially kids. I’m wondering why I’m really hooked on Sourdough bread. The trouble is that most bread shops don’t make “proper sourdough” and I’m often disappointed. This new little bakery we discovered yesterday will be getting a visit each time we go to Canberra in future.
My OH loves ginger too, will eat it raw. He asks me to cook with it more than I do, but I'm not so keen. Last night he had sea bass with ginger and honey sauce but he said the ginger wasn't strong.
Now that I'm about to take OH his tea I'll suggest Raveningham Hall snowdrops.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
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I generally end up looking that whenever I make the mistake of going along with OH when he says "I know where this path leads - it'll be fine". You'd think after more than 25 years I'd have learned, but no; I spent last Friday at the in-laws trying to stand with my back to the wall wherever we went
Last edited: 21 February 2018 21:23:45
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Evening. I did compose something before I left for work - but it crashed out twice so had to abandon. It wasn't anything earth shattering - just a comment on the alarm clock of Bird dawn chorus and something agreeing with Punkdoc's point about people wanting improved services without having to increase their own tax contributions (it all sounded good at 7am anyway).
Getting muddy is very therapeutic - whatever your age!
Hope u all ok.
Yvie, the little one looks in the same state as OHs granddaughter last week when they came to stay and we went out for a walk.
Thank you, Dove, we may well do that tomorrow. OH's op is on Friday, changed from Wednesday.
I saw the neighbours when they got back. It's not their dog, they are dog sitting, but they didn't know it cried when they went out.
Had a good pub meal this evening, I had lamb shank.
Love the photo of the muddy grandchildren. The little one doesn’t look very pleased.
We got woken by an early phone call today. It was our tip lady’s hubby telling us the latest progress. She finally had her neck fused on Tuesday. The leg was operated on last week. Apparently when she is up to it, she’ll be transferred to Cooma hospital. That’ll make it easier on the family who have been travelling up to Canberra hospital to visit her.
i had my first visit to the ENT surgeon in Canberra yesterday. He seems very competent and pleasant. I don’t expect to need to visit him again, but will if necessary. He was amazed that the grommet that was put in my drum in 1981 was still happily doing its job. (Keeping the tropically damaged ear aerated). This is the first time anyone has prescribed antibiotic ear drops for me. Usually I get to take the oral meds which I try to resist. Worn out as usual from the trip. We found a little bakery which makes excellent sour dough bread, so not only did we have a very good late lunch, but brought back two loaves for home as well. Love sour dough. My Mum’s Father was a master baker, I’m told,. I wonder if food tastes are passed on through the generations?
Sleep well all.
I think we do inherit tastes for certain flavours Pat, and that they even skip generations.
snugglingdown now ... sweet dreams all
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Morning Forkers.
I'm sick so I'm camped out on the sofa with nothing to do 'cept read back and butt in.
I'm convinced that tastes are passed on Pat. I could eat ginger to the band playing and always thought it was a bit odd since nobody else is that bothered about it. I used to buy glace ginger on my way home from school to eat instead of sweeties.
Turns out my great granny was the same. Ginger mad! (I'm eating ginger nuts as I type!!!!)
I do like that mud look. I remember as a child, sliding down a very steep bank on my left hip. A clue to time period would be that I was wearing my navy crimplene M&S bell bottoms.
I thought I would die laughing. Well I was about 8 so of course it was funny!
Dove if you're taking orders... Loving the colours.
BL I'm glad you managed to catch up with your neighbours. I hope they pass the message on to the owners. I had a dog who howled when her pal died and left her alone. I would have had no idea if my NDN hadn't told me. She was a steady old girl and I was so surprised. She howled for one day and I had her "doggy-sat" every day after that (even when I got her a new friend) till she went to sleep last November (aged 17).
Off to make more coffee and take drugs. I'm feeling like a pile of tripe.
Enjoy your Thursday.
Morning PP. That’s interesting about the ginger because it’s not the sort of taste that everyone likes, especially kids. I’m wondering why I’m really hooked on Sourdough bread. The trouble is that most bread shops don’t make “proper sourdough” and I’m often disappointed. This new little bakery we discovered yesterday will be getting a visit each time we go to Canberra in future.
Good morning all
G'day Pat 
Sorry you're feeling so rubbish PP ((hugs)) hope you feel better soon.
Speaking of a pile of tripe ... apparently my maternal grandfather, who died before I was born, loved a dish of tripe ... and so do I
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Morning Pat, PP and all to come.
I'm sorry you aren't feeling well PP.
My OH loves ginger too, will eat it raw. He asks me to cook with it more than I do, but I'm not so keen. Last night he had sea bass with ginger and honey sauce but he said the ginger wasn't strong.
Now that I'm about to take OH his tea I'll suggest Raveningham Hall snowdrops.
Hi Dove and BL.