As I finish this ready to publish, it’s Sunday (day 18). Catch-up coming soon I hope.
As we begin week 3 of this lockdown-lite, a sweet start to the day in more ways than one. Mixing almond biscuits ready to bake this evening (when the oven is warm from supper), while listening to President Obama on R4, followed by President Elect Biden being interviewed back in1987. Let’s hope that his election presages a saner, more humane period than the past 4 years (and more) have proved to be.
Today I’ve taken advantage of the clear crisp weather to:
Garden – filled the green bin ready for tomorrow’s collection; weeded a big patch of the allotment that had become overgrown. Still lots more to do, but at least I made progress
Walk: another local daily walk. Loving these interludes. A repeat of an old favourite (the river walk) – but on the way I looked up and for the first time I saw the long view. stopping along the way to replenish some food stocks from a quirky local bulk shop (now with paper bags instead of the plastic ones; still can’t really cope with refilling own jars etc). Possible because Malcolm stayed in for the flour delivery – time to restock again. I buy this in bulk direct from Shipton Mill, because we get though so much. We used to drive there to buy it at the Mill, till I realised in the last lockdown that they deliver free – so much more convenient.
Bake: I baked the almond biscuits. Though I misremembered the recipe and set them to bake for an hour instead of 30 minutes. Not a good idea: fortunately I caught them as they began to get a bit overcooked. They are now very brown and hard – but still delicious so no disaster. It’s just that they look rather like animal turds. Not a great look for a biscuit
the magic jug 