Thursday, 20 July 2017

The months ahead.



I love Summer, Sunshine, and Sunflowers.

At this time of year, I get up at 5.30 am (as I do every day of the year), pull on a T shirt, a pair of shorts, and my old pumps, and I'm ready to face the day.

As we approach full-on Summer, we have suddenly realised that our diary is much fuller than we'd anticipated. 

Kimbo and the boys arrive any day, we have a big wedding to attend, and we have more parties and dinner-parties on the horizon than is decent.

On top of all that there are village fêtes, boot sales, and al-fresco meals to be attended; not to mention several other visitors.

We also plan to visit various restaurants that we have ignored for the past few years, although when we'll get time to do so, I'm not sure.


We have a field of Sunflowers in front of the house this year, so the above is now what we look out upon. It looks like the next couple of months will be non-stop misery.

Now, where are my swimming things?




Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Dring...dring...


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I very rarely answer my home telephone; either because I'm not there to hear it ring, or if it's at lunchtime I'm 99% sure it'll be some infuriating foreign twat (probably a Nigerian idiot pretending to be from Microsoft). I don't have a mobile (well, I do, but I don't use it).

My true friends all know to leave a very short message on the answerphone, and I phone them back at once.

I am sick to death of bloody cold calls from scammers, salesmen, opportunists, and the like.

It's always the same. The phone rings four times, then silence, then the answerphone switches off. It happens about ten times a day.

Most French nuisance callers understand the traditional English greeting of 'Fuck off', but a few are persistent.

I would never, never, never, buy anything from someone over the phone; nor (I hope) would I fall for some idiotic scam. If I need something I go to the relevant shop.

I really don't know why they bother. The telephone Co must be making plenty of money from these people, but it also makes people like me want to do away with a land line.

Yesterday I did answer a call, and it was an astrologer! Heaven help me!





Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Growing older (me and them).



My only regret about growing older, is the prospect of not knowing what will become of my six grandsons.

Those of us who are lucky enough to have grandchildren usually study their development from Day 1. We keep a discreet eye on them, and our fingers are permanently crossed for their futures.

I'm not one to hope for great things, I would rather see a natural talent developed, than expect them to shine academically. We've already had one genius in our family in the past 70 years (sadly, not me), so I'm not expecting another one too soon.

I've always imagined the one above (Finn) as a future actor. I have no idea if he has any plans for his eventual career, but I would like to see him in at least one school play (if they have such things in Oz), just to see how he reacts. I have a feeling he'd like it; he has a natural theatrical flair.

The others are just being the scampish boys that they are (and should be); none of them shows any particular leaning, other than one who is a gifted Cricketer.

Career choices for the future will take a lot of careful thought. The most important thing is that they gain satisfaction from their eventual occupations (and hopefully earn a decent crust).





Monday, 17 July 2017

Nothing really changes!



June 2014.


July 2017.

When you find that perfect spot; stick with it! One hand in the water.




Sunday, 16 July 2017

Johnners and Aggers. The Sunday Giggle.


Cricket may well baffle those from across the pond, even some Brits find it a complicated game.

Cricket commentaries can be a lot of fun. I dare you NOT to laugh at this snippet.

Johnners at his best; he's the one on the left, Aggers is on the right.





Saturday, 15 July 2017

Sudden glut.



As you can see, I turn my back for a few minutes, and there are Aubergines everywhere!

One of my favourite ways of eating them is to slice them in half, cut a criss-cross pattern into the flesh, then simply fry in plenty of olive oil for about 5 minutes; turning once or twice. I then leave them to cool, covered, until required.

However, my latest experiment was to 'curry' them. The Aubergines were cut into manageable sized pieces. In a reasonable amount of Rape Oil I fried a tsp of ground Cumin, a tsp of ground Coriander, a tsp of Garam Masala, and a tsp of Kashmiri Chilli Powder.


When well amalgamated I threw in the Aubergine pieces, and cooked for a while. I added some Lemon juice, and a splash of water to loosen. At the last minute I also added a few chopped Cherry Tomatoes, and served with a dollop of Greek Yoghurt.

                            

Verdict. Really good, but maybe next time I'll add some red Kidney Beans. With all the Aubergines at Haddock's, I'll certainly be doing this again.



Friday, 14 July 2017

Doppleganger No 23,411.



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Donaldo Trumpolino.

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Ben Muscle-Meeney.

(I believe Trump is in France for Bastille Day)



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