There are more empty jars than full ones on the shelves in the larder now,
and yesterday we ate the last of the potatoes sealed in kilner jars.
And what a success they have been,
DIY fast food,
just open the jar, rinse the potatoes, then into hot frying pan together with a little oil, chopped onion, chopped peppers, etc, plus any seasoning to hand, and voila, ten to fifteen minutes later, done.
The onto plate with omelette or somesuch,
and lunch is served.
I have been arguing with the kitchen for the last week or so.
Now it might seem strange to say that I have been doing such a thing,
but I kid you not, the kitchen really has been arguing with me.
And it was all over what tiles were to be put on the floor.
Green, that is what I thought we might have,
and then I waivered, thinking that perhaps we should stay with the 'norm',
which is terracotta.
Other things, though, sidetracked us for a few days,
every time I walked through the kitchen on the way through to the temporary kitchen,
quite clearly ' green tiles' was placed in my head,
and "no" I would say, terracotta is to be the colour,
but the kitchen was persistent,
and eventually won the day.
Perhaps it is the long, long, spell of hot and humid weather we are having,
which saps all energy, leaving only the inclination to lie down and have a sleep,
perhaps that is what has led to me and kitchen into arguing,
but one thing is for sure,
the kitchen definitely was not going to opt for the sensible terracotta,
no, it is to be a sort of greeny colour,
and goodness only know what other colours I shall be able to put with that colour,
but hopefully the kitchen will tell me.
I hope I shall not be now abandoned.
I hope that, just as clearly as I heard 'green',
the kitchen will inform me as to what other colours it would like in its space.
Meanwhile, Lissie (Mum cow) and Mum Piggy are getting bigger by the day,
the rottweiller girls are in disgrace because they decided to go walk about in the middle of the night,
the new Orpington cockerel was found dead from we know not what,
the sheep are happier now they are shorn,
and the year is marching on.
Crikey, how is it that time seems to speed up as one gets older!
And how is it that the kitchen demanded those green tiles!
Bye for now,