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Showing posts with label marmalade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marmalade. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Altercations


MD has an altercation with the notorious black terrier this morning. We all dislike the black terrier. It had a go at me first as I cycled down the alleyway near our house. Perhaps MD knew.

L has her clinic with the injured cyclist today which simply rubber stamps her plan to stop me cycling and she pledges to take a spade to both my bikes tonight. I think I preferred yesterday’s idea of leaping on me.

As its Shrove Tuesday today I do pancakes tonight, savoury ones. I was going to shop especially for exciting ingredients but L points out that the idea of pancake night is to use up everything in the fridge. Ok, Marmalade, stilton and Thai curry sauce it is then.

Actually in the end, I dig a bit deeper and its sausage, bacon, onions, peppers, sweet potato and cheese - a Stilton and Cheddar mix. Not bad. Although my pancake making skills have gone to pot. I have not made any for years and aided by a sticky non-stick frying pan, it takes several mishaps before I get a decent one. Leaving plenty of rejects for pudding and for the dogs.

(Tuesday 12th February)

Monday, 6 February 2012

Breathing Space

It’s all gone a bit slushy this morning. Sadly.

The dogs are now on a wheat free diet after L discovered on the internet that a wheat allergy could be causing Doggo’s scratching. I’m not sure how we’re going to break it to MD that they’ll be no more toast and marmalade, actually he doesn't have marmalade on it, often. We'll gave to check out the health food shops and stock up with gluten free...

L’s beginning to panic about her 500 miles as we enter the final quarter... well not ‘beginning’ as she’s been panicking all along. Though, as I explain, she doesn’t want too much breathing space, it would take the edge off it but she's not a girl who appreciates edges. She prefers comfort zones. Well there is a comfort zone, just not a terribly big one. So there’s something for everyone.

Still, Sleaford is clearly unavoidable, at least for L. I’ve still not succumbed, yet. I enter us in Worcester, although it’s not actually in Worcester but I’m sure it’ll be nice.


In the evening we have some very chilly dog training. Perhaps it’s just for warmth that MD spends all evening running around manically and barking noisily. Perhaps.

(Monday 6th February)