Tuesday, December 27

simple pleasures

Christmas morning opening presents in front
of the woodburner, carols on the radio
croissants champagne and chocolate for breakfast

 a blissful day spent snugged-up in our own little world
eating, drinking, reading and napping in front of the fire,
with a welcome twilight walk in the countryside
to stretch our lazy bods. . .

simple pleasures and simply perfect
 I hope yours was as lovely

Thursday, December 22

On the Stalk

lots of lovely Farm Shops and Self-Growers locally
so we can buy gorgeous fresh veg-
my favourites at this time of year are brussels on the stalk
(even better since we've had a few sharp frosts)
and crisp leafy sprout top greens shredded and stir-fried.

As far as cooking goes
Ted likes sprouts boiled almost to a mush
(dare I say "just like his mum made")
and I like them lightly cooked with a firm bite
Sooooooo. . .

I've been roasting them!
Another dimension completely, they taste utterly divine!
Olive oil, a few grinds of black pepper. . .

If I can fit them in the Rayburn oven,
I'm going to try roasting them on the stalk
on Christmas Day!

(PS I've also been roasting cauliflower- try it!)

(google images above, not mine)

Sunday, December 18

Poignant reminders of Christmas past. . .

 I'll let the poignancy of these heartfelt mementos of a gentler age, now sadly passed, speak for themselves. . .

Wishing you all everything you wish for yourselves at this happy and reflective time of year xx

Wednesday, December 14


I offered to check a friend's horse this morning as she was making an early start Christmas shopping (my friend, not the horse- although that does conjure up a fascinating image!)

Trudging across the uphill gradient of a very muddy, waterlogged 10 acre field in welly boots that were 2 sizes too big, avoiding molehills that resembled mini-volcanoes as the icy rain sheeted sideways and the horse sensibly refused to leave the shelter of the far hedge, I tried to distract my mind from thoughts of revenge and concentrated instead on the searing pain in my calves, and how hard my bum muscles were working to stabilise my floundering gait.

Eureka! I've discovered the rural equivalent of Fit Flops!

Saturday, December 10

it came. . .and it went!

thankyou for your sweet comments on my last post.

Yes you're all quite right, it was the humdrum of everydayness, the rainy (very) muddy days and November-into-December greyness that just got to me, but I'm pleased to report the crisp frosty landscape this morning with pink-edged sky was exhilarating, and as soon as the ice cleared I took dear Bruce for a wonderful wintery ride blessed by sunshine and birdsong, and told him all the things that were on my mind.

By the time we arrived back home any unwanted thoughts had disappeared into the fresh air (Bruce said if it didn't involve food it wasn't really worth talking about) and I'm back to "normal". . .albeit aided and abetted this evening by a glass of chammy- purely medicinal of course!


Thursday, December 8

boring boring. . .

I feel quite well, quite happy and quite joie-de-vivre-ful.
Life is very good, very busy, very eventful and very stimulating.
But somehow I feel boring.
I have nothing to complain about; counting my blessings I know I'm the luckiest person alive yet when someone asks me what I've been upto, my recounting of what were lovely times spent doing lovely things sounds like a rollcall of day-filling at its most bland.
"Ahhhhh" they say with feigned politeness, heads tipped quizzically. "Ahhhhh, I see" but they don't see, not really.
I don't look boring, well not if you appreciate The Dressing Up Box Meets Refugee Chic mode of dressing, but inside those pink tights and 40s hats there's a coredom of boredom seeping through.
Middle age? Time of year? Lack of dancing on the table (don't think I can even get UP on the table!)
I'm not dissatisfied, I love everything I do and do everything I love, so why do I feel boring?
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