The Manchester Box

This week’s shopping list includes the words ‘something for the Manchester box’. Yes we’re taking donations for the food parcel that will hopefully accompany Daughter to Manchester Uni in September.

The spy book ‘Red Sparrow’ is now infiltrating the dinner table. Tonight it’s Beef Stew Dijonnaise, one of the recipes that end every chapter.

I would say that’s very eclectic of the chef but I’m not supposed to use that word, as it’s apparently not complimentary.

(Monday 23^rd June)

Mischief

Squash is off again, so at least I can bike again. My opponent’s continued absence from squash is excellent news for my training. I could do with squash being off for the rest of the year.

We do a pub lunch but the Brunswick’s chef has gone AWOL again or ‘done herself a mischief’ according to the message on the door. She’s at a job interview I expect. So we end up at the Waterfall instead, consuming two pints of Abbot.

I cycle home and push L out of the door for her run.

(Thursday 3^rd April)

No Rest For The Wicked

In the car today and I follow a chap onto Pride Park who has what I think is a personalised plate on his Audi. If so, his name is Sieve, which sounds Scandinavian or perhaps he’s a chef, or perhaps he's just not very good at spelling.

It’s dustbin day today, so I hurriedly email L to check on MD’s welfare. He was a tired little poppet this morning after his show yesterday and may not have had much patience with the dustbin men. I would hate for someone to have dumped him in their wheelie bin.

He seems to have recovered by the time it comes to his evening training session, there’s no rest for the wicked. It goes well and I even manage not to shut my finger in the storeroom door this week.

(Monday 11th April)