The Bishop of Lincoln has been arrested on suspicion of sexual assault. Just came on the news right now. Oh dear. Can’t tell you any more than that. I don’t listen to the news even if the wireless is on but this item must have triggered a keyword. Probs Lincoln. There are almost certainly other keywords or phrases that will have the same effect. “Trefor Davies just won the lottery” and simlar. What’s not to like? Well the Bishop being a naughty boy for one but he is not guilty until the judge puts on his black cap and bangs the gavel. I wonder what the gossip will be in church tomoz.
Lying in bed just now I have decided that potato rosti could be on the breakfast menu. Perhaps I should print one off. A menu that is. Just like they do in hotels. Not totes decide yet, about the rosti. I like rosti but im still feeling quite full after last night’s Chinese beef curry and fried rice. Was the first time I’ve cooked either dish and the result was a success despite the absence of rice wine from the list of ingredients assembled. Figured it wasn’t worth spending £3.60 on something I only needed a spoonful of and might never use again. Mind you I can see myself cooking the beef curry again. THG was most complimentary.
The great thing about a Chinese meal is that it doesn’t take long to cook. I did all the preparation after lunch yesterday and only really took ten minutes from start to being served up last night. Just enough time to knock back a glass of tonic water with a splash of gin innit.
I switched the wireless off btw. Too much crap involving some deranged idiot with a fake tan. Mind you it’s the only way to get a tan around ere. Even when we fled to España last month it chucked it down. Just booked flights for a bit of a golfing trip to España in September btw. Thissun is purely for pleasure although that will to a certain extent depend on the quality of the golf.
Back to the subject of breakfast, I have a sausage to cook. Was in Waitrose with THG the other day, a very rare event btw – we are not very compatible when it comes to shopping, and I playfully decided to buy one sausage. It came from the deli counter and was not a Lincolnshire or Cumberland sausage which would be my preferred variety of banger so decided that just the one would do. Normally I buy breakfast meats from Fosters as the quality is miles ahead of supermarket stuff but I was stood there at the counter, threw caution to the wind and made the purchasing decision. The young girl behind the counter must have thought what a weirdo, or tight git. She served me anyway. The customer is always right, especially if it is me 🙂
Now in the shed watching the winter Olympics. 50km endurance race. Even 50km of just downhill skiing would be an endurance tbh, unless it was on a skimobile.
Last night we had an interesting series of visits. 23:37 saw the return of the muntjac and then again at 00:47. In between these visits at 00:23 the fox came. I’m waiting for the day when they both come at the same time, from different directions. Sparks might fly.
Didn’t cook potato rosti. Too much faff.
One other thing. I woke up in the night and for some reason checked the weather forecast. The metoffice told me there would be no weather next wednesday. This morning I checked again and they had changed their mind. Gosh.
