'They'll get under my plate!'
I can't remember why, back in early 2004, I bought a packet of poppy seeds. (The cooking-with sort not the planting.) I must have forgotten fairly soon after buying them as I found the unopened packet in the pantry today. Along with an open pack of almonds (use by Jan 2005), some flour that, had I looked closely enough, probably contained weevils, and a packet of pasta with leek and cheese, that wasn't out of date but I threw it away anyway as it tastes horrid.
I'm sure it wasn't that long ago that I last sorted out the pantry. I only did it today (well, one shelf of it actually) because things kept falling off.
In between chucking out past-the-sell-by-date goods and cooking chilli, I choreographed a dance. Is there no end to her talent, I can hear you saying. I amaze even myself sometimes.
Now what I need is for Husband and Younger Son to join me in the dance, which we will simultaneously videotape, before publishing on YouTube.
Or perhaps not.
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Betty broke down again today.
This time, instead of calling the rescue service, Younger Son called Husband. He was able to fix Betty with a bit of silver paper. Husband is a genius. You should see what he can do with an elastic band and a toothpick.
And like I said, 'You couldn't do that with a new car.'