Tuesday
A wild but mild evening for eight of us to meet under the portico of County Hall. I shared my bit and we ate cake and chatted.
Wednesday
A much brighter day. Walked with Husband, Daughter, three grandsons, and two dogs, to Pobbles. Daughter spotted a cinnabar moth on the ground.
Husband shook his head. "It would have hurt and been worse than that if an adder had bitten you and grass snakes don't usually bite."
Me: "I'd definitely say I was bitten by a snake if I had those marks!"
There are regular sightings of adders on this part of the coast, especially in the warm dry weather.
Daughter also said she wanted to pick some elderflower blossom to make syrup for drinks but, "I can't reach them because I haven't got waders."
(They were in the midst of bramble bushes.) (And probably snake lairs.)
On return I took the three boys for lunch. GrandSon3 didn't want fast food, like McDonalds. He had a second football trial that evening and he wanted to be in peak shape so we went to Verdi's and he had pasta to fill up on carbs. This trial is for what is probably the top academy in the area. He likes his current academy, and won Player of the Year, but will be torn if offered a place at this other one.
Then I've told you about my day yesterday. Oh, yes, food. I've been trying a few new recipes. On Wednesday we had teriyaki salmon. A very simple recipe: salmon, noodles, and teriyaki sauce - though I added green vegetables of course. But the sauce was lethal. It wasn't so much that it was too hot but just too strong. A very powerful taste, that would have drowned the salmon. I don't think I misread the recipe either.
Last night it was Keralan prawn curry, which was okay.
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Elder son and family are staying with the in-laws so we have house guests: Toby Dog and Stella Cat. We must be getting soft in our old age. We have never allowed our own dogs upstairs but Toby has free run of the house. He comes to see us in bed in the morning and I think he would have slept in our bedroom if Husband hadn't insisted I make him go downstairs. (He didn't stay there but slept on the middle landing on the stairs.)
9 comments:
Gibbs was always like that with my husband. I was the one who fed and took care of him but it was my husband he chose to spend his time with.
Frustrating, isn't it?
I hope that Stella Cat has picked you as her fave!
Four-legged house guests are much easier and less picky than the two-legged kind.
Animals have their preferences. I take care of the cat, but she prefers Sue.
Late husband's dog decided she was my dog when I didn't even live there -- two homes at that time! She ignored his commands, allowed him to feed and walk her but anything I wanted, it was all yes, yes,right away! Sit? Fine. Stay? Right! When I came over she'd run to find a toy I'd given her and play in front of me, too funny.
She loves me because I buy her wet food and she only has dry at home!
typical!
Ah, what a sweet dog!
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