And my husband decides to install a new fridge
freezer and rebuild half our kitchen in the process, well not quite half but
because the new model is replacing two older units he's got to do some
reorganising and I'll end up with some new shelves which I didn't ask for and
don't really want because open shelves invite dust and I'd as soon have closed
cupboards. Men don't see things the way women do. Anyway he's started so
he'll finish but it's funny the first time in years we've had a decent weather
August Bank Holiday weekend and P chooses to spend it indoors, at least one day
of it.
Never mind, we were in town yesterday at a food
fair, which was nice and all the streets lined with street food vendors,
chargrills smoking, wonderful smells filling the air, Thai, Indian,
Jamaican, even English! with hot roast rib of beef carved hot off the
spit. Some local farm and craft foods too plus outdoor bars, amusements for
the kids and loads of add-ons which aren't really food but often of interest. It
was packed, busier than I've ever seen it because of the weather and I
had to queue for ten minutes to get a portion of jerk chicken which we
shared and was lovely and I wished I'd got two portions but I wasn't going
to stand in the queue again.
Tomorrow evening we're out to
dinner and I'm hoping, assuming he's
finished his carpentry, P will come into Birmingham with me in the morning, he
said he would. It would be nice to get spanked in the afternoon, that's just an
idle and selfish thought and there's no particular reason why it should happen,
perhaps I should find fault in his kitchen work. Not until he's accompanied me
into Birmingham though in case he changes his mind.
So I'm out into the garden as soon as I've finished
this post, surplus to requirements, until he's finished of course then he'll
want me back inside to ask me what I think but really the message will be time
to clear up:)
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx