Been a fairly busy day. Went for a walk this morning.
On the way home checked the swan's nest beside our river. Five cygnets.
Late this afternoon Ann had a 'phone call from the lady who acts as cook for the Ansell group (formed to give a good hot meal monthly to the elderly in town). Pam, the cook, has a glut of plums which she's just picked , and if Ann could collect them, stone them, and freeze them, then she, the cook, could make a
massive plum crumble for the club.
Ann agreed, so from five p.m. to just after 8p.m. the five of us set to and stoned plums. They were tiny, so it took us awhile, but by eight o'clock we had five bags of plums ready to be turned into enough plum crumble to keep the old dears happy for a while. Just had a swift evening meal, and the ladies have now gone up to bed and I must follow. Goodnight all.
5 comments:
Five cygnets plus cob and pen gives us Seven Swans A-Swimming. I see your plans are well advanced for Christmas.
If your swan-upping 'em this back end don't forget to send one to Buck' House for Christmas Mike... Or have you already got your invitation?
That's a load of plums.
What a great thing to do - bagging the plums.
It was fun to do it together, but after a few hours the plum juice started to get in under my thumb nail and then I knew what that witch in Macbeth meant, plum evil, and Jack probably said "Ouch!" but it didn't rhyme with "pie".
WV=bless
ie bless all plum stoners and eaters.
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