Okay, so my utility room doesn’t look like this but given the behaviour of my 6-month old washing-machine, it might as well. Why does spin not achieve any reduction in the volume of water held by the bath-mat? Answers in the comments please. Meantime I’m going over the instructions (if all else fails, read the instructions) with that fine tooth-comb. (What is a tooth-comb? Ed)
After watching the incomparable Imelda Staunton in Alan Bennett’s Lady of Letters last night, I came upon Gareth Malone‘s The choir. I was entranced by dementia care worker, William‘s, great singing and interesting voice. I’m going to catch up on the whole later and you can, too. It’s on the i-player here
Helped DH by insering 4 pieces into his jigsaw – this one is going to take some time. Cooked that pheasant – it was as good as hoped for. Made Spanish Summer soup from Katie Stewart’s recipe. That was good, too, and will be better today in the heat. Took a walk. DH played croquet and had a zoom meeting. Ordered 50 masks. Sewing ain’t my forte.
Bloomsbury Square Gardens
This picture may have been taken to mark the release of Daisy’s Dilemma. For the avoidance of doubt, it doesn’t contain nettles.
I’d seen some pictures online of delicious looking nettle soup and this was prompt enough for the DH to bring back a bucketful of fresh nettles yesterday afternoon. Together with an onion, a couple of potatoes, butter, some homemade chicken stock, a sprinkling of grated nutmeg and a glug of sherry, they made a truly delicious soup. Served with a dollop of yogurt, it was thick, dark green and smoother than many green soups I’ve previously tried. There are several recipes to be found in google.
Queued for twenty minutes to get into the bank yesterday. The lady two behind me, waited seven. C’est la vie and, yes, I am grateful they’re open.
So, now face masks are sort of recommended. Hmn!
Having managed to get shampoo in my eye this morning, I’m not going to linger online till it feels better.
Anyone tried nettle soup?