where art collides

It is now Sunday and it is raining again. I feel relaxed having breakfasted on a sausage sandwich with HP sauce and a glass of milk. The clocks have sprung forwards to British Summer Time although none of the ones that require manual adjustment have changed. There’s no rush. It will change back in another 6 months.

It is quiet in the house but can hear five things.

1. the fridge
2. the clock on the kitchen wall
3. my stomach
4. cars on the road outside
5. birdsong

It’s particularly good to hear the birdsong. I may pop over to Whisby Nature Reserve later to check out the avian action. It’s coming up to their busy time of year.

The TV has just come on. It is 10.03, Sunday 29th March 2015. Xbox begins.

I am happy to announce it’s a typical British spring day. Rain, wind, and in the absence of Mrs Davies who is away visiting her mother, no jobs list. Whilst nothing is written down on the chores front that isn’t to say nothing is getting done. I’ve already dropped John off at hockey training, admittedly because otherwise he was going to be late and it suited me to head in that direction as it took me on to the post office where I had to pick up a recorded delivery letter followed by filling the car up with diesel as I have to take John to Sheffield this pm to play in a top of the table hockey clash.

That’s enough of the long sentences. My next job, unwritten, is to refill the bird feeder. The little loves have been pecking away and the level is running low. Adding seed as well as the suet balls seems to be attracting more of a variety. We are now getting blue tits as well as robins and blackbirds. Fair play.

There is a sound of shooting emanating from the TV room. John is back from hockey training.

With Mrs Davies away us kids get to do stuff. Mainly choose our own food. Last night it was burgers. Today I had planned a takeaway curry but there has been some murmuring of dissent from amongst the hockey playing community who voiced a preference for pizza. Doing both is very much possible. Tomorrow we have a pork joint and I’m going to cook it in the slow cooker. Might even do it overnight. In fact my next job will be to check out a recipe.

In the meantime the rain still falls, the wind blows harder and a storm is on its way. Ships pull into harbour.

The postman arrives. I don’t rush to the door to see what news the post brings. It is unlikely that there will be letters from far away places, descriptions of big game safaris or mundane communiques from far away relatives confirming another year where nothing really has happened.

Before refilling the birdfeeder I will have to put on some socks. Otherwise my feet will get cold.

I also need to buy some new guitar strings. Apparently. I will give an offspring cash to get some from downtown. I’ve already been down once, to get the recorded delivery envelope, which was a family railcard btw.

Cars flow steadily on the Wragby Road. I’m not sure it’s called “the” Wragby Road. Normally it’s just Wragby Road, Not any more. Adding a “the” gives it more status. Makes it more iconic.

I’ve just decided, seeing as it’s raining, to go out and bring the bird feeder in for reloading. Makes sense to me. I’ll just go and do that now. There will be a pause.

I’m back and there is news. I picked up the mail off the floor in front of the front door and two of the three letters were for me. One had a Nectar card that I’ve had to sign up for since East Coast trains was taken over by Virgin East Coast. The other envelope contained my tickets for the Ashes test in Trent Bridge. Yay.

I shall finish this post immediately and run off to tell the lads.
Ciao bebes.

Sunday afternoon and it’s raining heavily here in Lincoln. This is in contrast to yesterday which was tshirt weather. Spring is very definitely here. I replenished the bird feeder and now it is getting frequent visits from robins and blue tits.

I find the rain very relaxing. It’s been a busy day so far. 2pm and I’ve just sat down. After breakfast we watched Trawlermen on Dave (ok I did sit down earlier too) but since then I’ve been hard at it in the kitchen. Firstly I made an industrial sized batch of tomato sauce in the stockpot. I am assured there is room in the freezer for it. The ingredients included 8 onions, 4 carrots, 12 ans of tomatoes, 8 garlic cloves and a bottle of pinot grigio. I did wonder whether it would all fit in the pan but fortunately it did.

Whilst that was bubbling away I then made a pork steak casserole. More of a sauce really but it should be fine. As I write I realise I forgot to stick apples in. The cider will make up for it. I also washed up from last night, breakfast (full monty) lunch and all the food prep. Some of you out there will regard that last sentence with contempt. “It’s what us mothers have to do all the time”. Ok. Fine. 🙂

Joe and I will shortly be going for a drive. His driving test is coming up soon so the more miles he gets in the better. I can hear the lads elsewhere in the house. All is well.

Anne is due back from Harrogate at around 5pm. Although she has only been away for one night it will be nice to see her again. She’s my girl 🙂