Fairly standard Saturday. Pottered in workshop this morning. Then changed for lunch, which we had in the garden and took above photos of each other. We really have had the most glorious weather this week, and have made the most of it. This afternoon we both went to scrabble club, but were at different tables. The three of us at my table had the usual three games, and won a game apiece (which was nice). Ann won one of the games at her table, partly by laying down a seven letter word early on, then not letting the others catch up (always a good strategy at scrabble). After scrabble I walked to the library to return books, and Ann went off to the butchers and bought a small joint of pork (which later on I was called upstairs to carve - very trad). Supper at seven was roast pork with apple sauce and vegetables, followed by an apple crumble. There's been an absolute glut of apples this year. We've been given a good many over the last two or three weeks. The best of them was a basket of dark red spartans, a very tasty little apple.
Ah well, been a nice, relaxed, and productive day - a good combination; but bedtime now, so I wish you all a very good night.
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I see you take the same newspaper on a Saturday as we do.
Given the noise from building works next door, and next-door-but-one the other way our garden wasn't the quietest of places today. Didn't help that we have had planes flying over our house as well, always happens when there is high pressure.
Ian had a break from his studies, so we sat out in the garden, and drank Earl Grey tea, more refreshing on a hot day than breakfast tea.
Pleased to hear Ann is back with you.
Hello P.M. Yes, largely because there's enough of it to last me for several days. Also I enjoy doing the prize crossword on the back page. Did it, all bar two clues, yesterday. Must try and complete it this evening.
Regards, Mike.
P.s. Thank you. She got back on Friday evening.
Hi pa!
it looks like you had a nice day.
P.s. Finished the prize crossword this morning. Quite a good one - bit sticky in parts though.
With crackling?
I'm all of a dribble. But shouldn't complain, we had curried elk.
Thank you Laurel. Yes, we did.
With crackling, yes. We had the remainder of it this evening, cold with bubble and squeak. Again with crackling, cold but very crisp still. A curried elk sounds good, did you have it with the antlers and hooves sticking out like Desparate Dan? No, before your time, I should think. Character in the Dandy comic, circa 1950, but cartoon charactes were very long lived then, especially tough wild west ones, so you might have come across him in the seventies.
I don't think he ever had curried elk, though. He usually ended each episode with a cow pie in front of him with the horns and hooves sticking out.
Beautiful weather indeed! Not here. What is very trad?
Hi Lori. I'm sorry your autumn weather isn't very good. Trad is a shortened form of traditional (as in trad jazz). When Ann called me to the dining room to carve the joint of pork, I said this was very trad, in that when we were young it was the job of the man of the house to carve the joint or the bird or the game (or whatever).
Do you not have that tradition?
No wonder you beat me hollow at Scrabble but just you wait 'enry 'iggins!
Hello Pat -
Just you wait 'Enry 'Iggins, just you wait.
You'll be sorry, but your tears will be too late.
My Fair Lady. Wasn't that a lovely show? We went to see it three times. Or four ? Ann did her nursing training in London 1959-1963 (when we married) and we made the most of it.
P.s. I meant that we made the most of Ann working in London, not that we made the most of marriage, although come to think of it, that's probably true, too.
Brings to mind Chaucer's Knight's Squire:-
Apart from being slightly past your twenties Geoff could have been writing about you Mike!
79: With hym ther was his sone, a yong squier,
With him there was his son, a young squire,
80: A lovyere and a lusty bacheler,
A lover and a lusty bachelor,
81: With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presse.
With locks well curled as if they were laid and pressed
82: Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse.
I suppose he was twenty years of age.
83: Of his stature he was of evene lengthe,
He was average height in stature,
84: And wonderly delyvere, and of greet strengthe.
And wondrously active and great of strength.
85: And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie
And he had ridden sometime with cavalry
86: In flaundres, in artoys, and pycardie,
In Flanders, in Artois, and Picardy,
87: And born hym weel, as of so litel space,
And borne him well, with so little time,
88: In hope to stonden in his lady grace.
In hope to win thereby his lady's grace.
89: Embrouded was he, as it were a meede
His clothes were embroidered, as if he were a meadow
90: Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and reede.
All full of fresh flowers, white and red.
91: Syngynge he was, or floytynge, al the day;
He was singing, or fluting, all the day;
92: He was as fressh as is the month of may.
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
93: Short was his gowne, with sleves longe and wyde.
Short was his gown, with sleeves long and wide.
94: Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire ryde.
Well could be sit on horse, and fairly ride.
95: He koude songes make and wel endite,
He could make songs and words there to indite,
96: Juste and eek daunce, and weel purtreye and write.
Jouste, and dance too, as well as sketch and write.
97: So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertale.
So hot he loved that, while night told her tale,
98: He sleep namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale.
He slept no more than does a nightingale.
99: Curteis he was, lowely, and servysable,
He was courteous and humble, willing and able,
100: And carf biforn his fader at the table.
And carved before his father at the table.
Pootatu offers:- 'dedlypea' as her v-word, I can't imagine what she means - but I like it ???
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