Oh Dear, indeed.
Junior has decided that her bedroom is now a 'NO CAT ZONE'.
Fed up of all manner of things. Greatest of which is the Cat Scratting.....on rugs and carpets....Junior has a carpet in her room...only one in the house! It drives her mad, apparently...the cat scratting. Serves her right...me thinks. Should have bought them a cat scratcher for Crimbo.
Well.....you would not believe the palaver here. Henry VIII is beyond himself. How could she think of excluding him from her 'boudoir?'.......
Ayyyyyy... wot goes on in a teen mind is beyond me.
Can't think of anything else at the mo. Brain is being bamboozled with painful miaows. 'How could she abandon me?'' Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!
Meanwhile...in the REAL WORLD.....MY nightime bedroom is being occupied by abandoned felines. Lots of them.
Good at keeping yer feet warm, though:o) xx
Monday, 27 February 2012
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Pears and Aches
Junior has been determined to make a certain pud for ages. Spiced pears with chocolate sauce. Well, today she did it. Was very nice....
Pears simmered gently in water, with sugar, star anise, ginger, vanilla paste, cloves, peppercorns and orange quarters. Finished product swathed in melted chocolate..........
Shall have to get this camera sorted!!! lol
Found a lovely vegan chocolate. Moo Free. Even Junior likes it...so it must be ok.
Yesterday, 11am 'til 4pm...in the garden...hedge trimming. I was just helping out with the raking....but.....My Feet!!!!!!! Wellington boots do not agree with arthritic joints...especially feet! Gravel in the garden does not agree with rickety joints, either. Too wobbly. Easy to keel over. I am hoping to get shut of this 'lazy boy's gravel' and get a level lawn down...sigh...The people who designed the garden were obviously into the maintenance free type of gardening. The stuff gets everywhere...stuck in the soles of shoes...and there starts the wonkiness. Nothing like a big pebble stuck in your heel to irritate! Grrrr When we were finished and inside, I was ready for chucking myself out of the bedroom window..feet were hurting so....but couldn't get off the bed!! lol...but not lol...if you get my meaning. There is supposed to be a new wonder drug re rheumatoid arthritis. Give me a bucketfull...perlease!
I get why some folk take cannabis for the pain. Me...I can't be doing with mind-altering stuff...give me red wine anyday! The only way I can describe how crap and painful RA is, is for you to imagine that someone has a rubber mallet and twats you one HARD on every joint you possess... then see how agile you feel!! And throw in a dose of mega cramps, too AND restless legs at night, cold feet; then you can't 'hutch' yourself up in bed to read at a comfortable angle 'cos your elbows aren't up to it so you end up laying all wonky, ect. And, if you need to get to the loo pronto........ Lovely!! Welcome to the world of rickety joints:o) ACK
Moan, moan, moan! lol
Pears simmered gently in water, with sugar, star anise, ginger, vanilla paste, cloves, peppercorns and orange quarters. Finished product swathed in melted chocolate..........
Shall have to get this camera sorted!!! lol
Found a lovely vegan chocolate. Moo Free. Even Junior likes it...so it must be ok.
Yesterday, 11am 'til 4pm...in the garden...hedge trimming. I was just helping out with the raking....but.....My Feet!!!!!!! Wellington boots do not agree with arthritic joints...especially feet! Gravel in the garden does not agree with rickety joints, either. Too wobbly. Easy to keel over. I am hoping to get shut of this 'lazy boy's gravel' and get a level lawn down...sigh...The people who designed the garden were obviously into the maintenance free type of gardening. The stuff gets everywhere...stuck in the soles of shoes...and there starts the wonkiness. Nothing like a big pebble stuck in your heel to irritate! Grrrr When we were finished and inside, I was ready for chucking myself out of the bedroom window..feet were hurting so....but couldn't get off the bed!! lol...but not lol...if you get my meaning. There is supposed to be a new wonder drug re rheumatoid arthritis. Give me a bucketfull...perlease!
I get why some folk take cannabis for the pain. Me...I can't be doing with mind-altering stuff...give me red wine anyday! The only way I can describe how crap and painful RA is, is for you to imagine that someone has a rubber mallet and twats you one HARD on every joint you possess... then see how agile you feel!! And throw in a dose of mega cramps, too AND restless legs at night, cold feet; then you can't 'hutch' yourself up in bed to read at a comfortable angle 'cos your elbows aren't up to it so you end up laying all wonky, ect. And, if you need to get to the loo pronto........ Lovely!! Welcome to the world of rickety joints:o) ACK
Moan, moan, moan! lol
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Dad
Had he lived, it would have been my Dad's 90th birthday today.
Been gone nearly 15 years.
Miss his naughty laugh....
I remember the time when he cooked some pasta. He was absolutely Starving Marvin. Anyway, my brother's parrot lived with us then. Cost lots of money. She was Starving Marvin, too. Loved pasta. She got sooooo excited at the sight of the cooked, nearly ready to eat stuff that she flapped her wings sooooooooooo hard..... Result. Pasta a la parrot. Yep....pasta with a topping of green feathers. Dad was reaaaaaallllly mad. If the bird had been ours I'm sure he would have strangled her there and then. As it was, she wasn't ours..so he couldn't....and so she tucked in, quite happily, to her spaghetti. Atta girl, Chirp. xx Miss her, too. xx
Happy Days, as they say.
Love you, Dad.xxxxx
Sorry if you got two of these. Wacom playing up.
Been gone nearly 15 years.
Miss his naughty laugh....
I remember the time when he cooked some pasta. He was absolutely Starving Marvin. Anyway, my brother's parrot lived with us then. Cost lots of money. She was Starving Marvin, too. Loved pasta. She got sooooo excited at the sight of the cooked, nearly ready to eat stuff that she flapped her wings sooooooooooo hard..... Result. Pasta a la parrot. Yep....pasta with a topping of green feathers. Dad was reaaaaaallllly mad. If the bird had been ours I'm sure he would have strangled her there and then. As it was, she wasn't ours..so he couldn't....and so she tucked in, quite happily, to her spaghetti. Atta girl, Chirp. xx Miss her, too. xx
Happy Days, as they say.
Love you, Dad.xxxxx
Sorry if you got two of these. Wacom playing up.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Clamped Up Mouths
All action here.Ever tried getting a worming tablet down an unreceptive cat? Imagine what it's like eleven f0ld!
Well, after about three hours of cajoling we managed to get seven of the mogs done, plus the dog. Yay!!
All I can say is that Henry, Bart, Tinks (above) and Spooky are in Junior's bad books. Fancy them not wanting to consume a foul-tasting drontal tablet. lol We tried all the usual....
*Talking to them nicely....doesn't work...
*Wrapping blanket around body to keep sharp claws at bay.....doesn't work...'cos the mogs always do a 'stiffy'.
*Bath mat around them....same result as blanket.
*Try to disguise tablet by crushing it and putting into contents of can of tuna....Nope.
*Grabbing scruff of neck and forcing orifice open long enough to get the darned tablet down the feline's throat. Nope. Amazing how far they can spit a tablet out. Even when you think 'Yes!! Mission accomplished'...out comes the bugger, missile mode, and lands six feet away.
Junior has retired for a 'rethink'. (having a nice relaxing bath!) lol
Me? I'll just go up to the chemist shop tomorrow and get one of those needle-less syringes and get the tablets down 'em that way.
Monday, 23 January 2012
WHAT HAS JUNIOR LEARNED TODAY?
Ah, yes.
When you bake a Pear and Almond cake, remember to line the tin with greaseproof paper...................otherwise the cake mixture will dribble out onto the tray below and you will be left with a cake (albeit very nice tasting) that is a quarter of an inch in depth. Sigh.....very funny.
Gotta laugh:o)
Batteries soon.
When you bake a Pear and Almond cake, remember to line the tin with greaseproof paper...................otherwise the cake mixture will dribble out onto the tray below and you will be left with a cake (albeit very nice tasting) that is a quarter of an inch in depth. Sigh.....very funny.
Gotta laugh:o)
Batteries soon.
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Bouncing 'Meat'
I am still trying my bestest to become vegan. I find it really expensive around here, to source ingredients. Anyway, there is a fine, family run outlet not too far away that sells all manner of flours. You name it, they have it. So, off we trots (in car) to buy some gluten flour. It is used in making seitan, which is vegan meat/mock meat. You make it up, flavour it which way whatever...pretend beef, chicken, bacon, pepperoni, veggie, curry.....on it goes. It is the stuff that gluten-free eating people avoid at all costs....and no wonder!
As I lovingly carressed my bag of gluten flour, I proudly told Junior that we could have all the 'meat-substitutes we want....courtesy of seitan.
Well, I followed a recipe. Cup of this flour, add flavourings, add water, knead, wrap in clingfilm and plop into pot of simmering water and leave to simmer for a good hour. When it's done, you are supposed to be able to cut slices of it. (I fashioned my seitan into a sausage shape)
We cooked the stuff and oiked it out of the simmering water. On cutting the seitan away from the clingfilm and popping it on a plate, it looked okay. Do we wait 'til it cools or not? Typically, we couldn't wait, so we cut a couple of slices....and tasted!......mmmmmm...not! I didn't like the flavouring...think I should have wrapped it in foil, instead too, as I could taste chemicals....from the cling film. Still...'don't be so bloody paranoid or picky' I tells myself. 'Wait 'til it cools'. So, next day, we have another taste test. Same. Yuk.
Have to say, that this stuff could maybe be put to good use in another way. When Junior 'dropped' it on the kitchen work surface, it bounced. So she did it again....bounce. Might have happened on an eco-friendly recipe for.....squash balls. That's how GOOD my seitan is! lol
As I lovingly carressed my bag of gluten flour, I proudly told Junior that we could have all the 'meat-substitutes we want....courtesy of seitan.
Well, I followed a recipe. Cup of this flour, add flavourings, add water, knead, wrap in clingfilm and plop into pot of simmering water and leave to simmer for a good hour. When it's done, you are supposed to be able to cut slices of it. (I fashioned my seitan into a sausage shape)
We cooked the stuff and oiked it out of the simmering water. On cutting the seitan away from the clingfilm and popping it on a plate, it looked okay. Do we wait 'til it cools or not? Typically, we couldn't wait, so we cut a couple of slices....and tasted!......mmmmmm...not! I didn't like the flavouring...think I should have wrapped it in foil, instead too, as I could taste chemicals....from the cling film. Still...'don't be so bloody paranoid or picky' I tells myself. 'Wait 'til it cools'. So, next day, we have another taste test. Same. Yuk.
Have to say, that this stuff could maybe be put to good use in another way. When Junior 'dropped' it on the kitchen work surface, it bounced. So she did it again....bounce. Might have happened on an eco-friendly recipe for.....squash balls. That's how GOOD my seitan is! lol
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
30 Years Ago
Got to get off my chest 30 years of angst.
Was 30 years ago today that my good friend Stephen died. He was my first adult love. Blonde, tall, blue-eyed, handsome....soooooooooooo handsome..film star handsome......clever....introduced me to some good music....Steely Dan, Stephen Stills, Genesis...and I he to The Eagles,...
He took his own life. Looking back, I can see that he was, for some reason, a deeply troubled soul. Had issues with his dad. I thought his dad was lovely, but there you go. He knew what to do to end things...being a chemist. What a waste of life. It haunts me, over and over. I go over in my mind at events previous to all this and wonder if I could have done anything to stop him. I 'dream' of this...'saving' him with the right words and actions... Futile. It was nothing to do with me, but you always wonder if you could have done something to stop this destructive train of thought. When I get to heaven I shall give him a bloody good 'what for!'.... and a knuckle sandwich from his sister..if I get there first!
We were 16 when we started dating. Both gawky teens, but he morphed into a handsome man and I seemed to be left behind...although, looking back it wasn't like that. It was just lack of confidence on my part. I had loads, plenty of 'suitors' in those days but I stayed loyal to him. First love and all that. Plonker me! I worked and he went to uni and he met 'someone'. I couldn't understand this disloyalty. Truly broke my heart. I met her a couple of times and didn't like her at all. Thought she was a precocious, pompous cow. Like 'I'm SO clever, I got to uni, mer mer mer mer mer! type. Ack. This is before I 'knew' who she was. Wasn't clever enough to look after him, was she?
I could've gone to uni, but didn't in those days. Parents couldn't afford it, although they didn't say and wouldn't have stopped me. but, they had struggled enough beforehand, so I went to work.
I have only one photo of Stephen...even though we dated for four years..and the photo I have doesn't do him justice. He was sooooooooooo lovely looking. Why the fuck did he do it when he had so much going for him? Love him as much as I did...and do....but...I think...You Pillock..you had all that going for you!!
He's buried a few 'doors' away from my father, so Dad would have given him a 'what for', too....but will be watching out for him, aswell. And probably beating the uni boy at chess? lol xxx
Was 30 years ago today that my good friend Stephen died. He was my first adult love. Blonde, tall, blue-eyed, handsome....soooooooooooo handsome..film star handsome......clever....introduced me to some good music....Steely Dan, Stephen Stills, Genesis...and I he to The Eagles,...
He took his own life. Looking back, I can see that he was, for some reason, a deeply troubled soul. Had issues with his dad. I thought his dad was lovely, but there you go. He knew what to do to end things...being a chemist. What a waste of life. It haunts me, over and over. I go over in my mind at events previous to all this and wonder if I could have done anything to stop him. I 'dream' of this...'saving' him with the right words and actions... Futile. It was nothing to do with me, but you always wonder if you could have done something to stop this destructive train of thought. When I get to heaven I shall give him a bloody good 'what for!'.... and a knuckle sandwich from his sister..if I get there first!
We were 16 when we started dating. Both gawky teens, but he morphed into a handsome man and I seemed to be left behind...although, looking back it wasn't like that. It was just lack of confidence on my part. I had loads, plenty of 'suitors' in those days but I stayed loyal to him. First love and all that. Plonker me! I worked and he went to uni and he met 'someone'. I couldn't understand this disloyalty. Truly broke my heart. I met her a couple of times and didn't like her at all. Thought she was a precocious, pompous cow. Like 'I'm SO clever, I got to uni, mer mer mer mer mer! type. Ack. This is before I 'knew' who she was. Wasn't clever enough to look after him, was she?
I could've gone to uni, but didn't in those days. Parents couldn't afford it, although they didn't say and wouldn't have stopped me. but, they had struggled enough beforehand, so I went to work.
I have only one photo of Stephen...even though we dated for four years..and the photo I have doesn't do him justice. He was sooooooooooo lovely looking. Why the fuck did he do it when he had so much going for him? Love him as much as I did...and do....but...I think...You Pillock..you had all that going for you!!
He's buried a few 'doors' away from my father, so Dad would have given him a 'what for', too....but will be watching out for him, aswell. And probably beating the uni boy at chess? lol xxx
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