Well had Sunday dinner yesterday,
as the chicken crown son got for me on Thursday needed to be cooked .
I play tapes,CDs etc if nothing on the radio I want to hear but I have heard them so many times, a few I never tire of but felt like a change ,so had Classic FM on all day.
Checked on neighbour and had a laugh via phone with her, phoned the one who sent the Afternoon tea for one treat,to see could I add to my Tesco delivery- this morning- for her, didn’t need anything.
Did some hand sewing, I have choked up the machine by using the wrong spool, the underneath one,some substitutes for the Brother ones were delivered —-!
I keep getting clumps out little by little ,but boy was it choked up.!
I have an old Singer which started out life as a portable hand machine but a little motor was added and it is good for heavy material as the foot goes down hard with a hefty CLUNK , but it weighs a ton ,so tend not to use it.
Made some drop scones on a big iron bigoudin, the round baking sheet used in Brittany for the famous Crepes Dentelles.
We bought one and a rosser, the wooden spreader used to make the batter very thinly spread, on a holiday in Brittany.
That holiday we were near the sea and on a big jetty ,in the water at high tide but in shallow at low tide was a good place for the children to fish for crabs.
A bit of meat on a string, dangled in the water and they clung to it and you could pull them out.
All three had their buckets with quite a few in, it was getting time for lunch so I said throw the crabs back now ( most were not above an inch across )
A Frenchman heard me and said, no no I will have them to flavour a fish soup,well my children were horrified, little baby crabs thrown into boiling water! My second son threw his back straight away ,and my little daughter poured her bucket out on the jetty as she had to stay well away from the edge.
She expected the crabs to walk forward and dive off the edge but of course they moved sideways , pretty much in her direction , she stepped away and was not as far from the edge as we felt was safe, eldest son grabbed her as there was quite a drop at low tide into quite shallow water with rocks.
Second son , got the Frenchman’s bucket and emptied that too ,and said - at that time they spoke English at home, had just changed to a Flemish speaking school but had enough French to say - the crabs were too small and anyway he was very cruel!
Well talk about a tantrum, we were told we had badly behaved children etc etc, but of course we too said the children had fished for fun in a way that did not hurt the crabs ,and they were set free after a short time , the crabs were always going to be set free,.
He might consider what he was doing as regards fish stocks etc.
Well that is what I intended to say but a few errors might,probably, well definitely slipped in .
I may very well have told him he was an ecological Philistine ,or words to that effect ::)Then again I might have said he was a garlic smelling frog !
Actually my French was not that good ,or bad whichever way you look at it.
Anyway the little crabs lived to be caught another day.
But to see my daughter’s face when the crabs walked sideways !
Sunny today ,not been to feed the fish yet so no idea if cool or warm as yet.
Not hungry , so just a nice cuppa.
Wish I could get some plants to fill gaps where tulips have been removed and are drying out .
Aquilegia think they own the place , coming up everywhere.
Self seeded and they are always the wild purple colour .
Two fuchsias have no flowers this year, pity, one a purple inner cup and pink outer petals ,other a cerise cup and white petals .
Allium out now but not as tall as I expected.
Next door’s roses out in gay profusion( I pinched that from some poet or other) bright pink ,they lean over the fence , I cut one or two now and then ,well the petals stain my new flagstones when they fall and go brown so I treat myself now and again to those I would be sweeping up sooner or later.
My neighbour knows as I dead head for her on my side ,and hers often but not this year of course.
What a strange world ,I have not actually physically touched or been touched by anyone since lockdown.
I think for those of us living alone that is the worst aspect , my O.H and I
fooled about quite a bit , held hands whilst watching TV , out walking and just held each other for no good reason at all .
Squeezes that stopped you breathing etc. We joked and played tricks ,like daft teenagers .
I miss little great grandsons’s tight embrace of my knees, stranglehold kisses.
His little hand in mine ,so trusting.
His Daddy was working in Suffolk and the permanent move down South was in hand. Then lockdown was announced so hisMummy just threw everything she could get into her car and drove down before it would be impossible to do that.
What a good job she did.
All settled into the new house , and whether he will start school in September we will see ,but he has been here before I swear.
Well folks a Tesco Van has just gone down the road where it will turn and no doubt it is my delivery.
Cheerio, look after yourselves
Viktoria.
