Sat in the kitchen pondering the day ahead. The wireless is on which is a mistake but I’d have to get up to switch it off. At least we are able to celebrate the 20th birthday of Park Run. Well done all. THG is off there shortly. Fair play.
In the meantime I have assembled some ingredients that I can use for breakfast. Usual weekend stuff. Half thinking of making a pot of coffee. Not decided yet.
It is nice to have a weekend at home. Comforting. It is a perfect autumn day out there. I have a trip to the local market in prospect to fetch some supplies. Not totes decided on what to buy/forage. Birra chichen for tomorrer maybs. If anyone is around mid morning ish could do coffee at the Waitrose caff. Lemme know. Need to be back for the early kickoff between Palace and the Peul.
Still need to get a haircut but that will probs now wait until Monday. You should see the state of it!
Our kitchen is the biggest room in the house.
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I will attempt to cut the grass this afternoon. One assumes the lawn will have dried. Should be ok.
It is observed that today’s home game for the Imps is against the Orient. Gazing back through the mists of time I seem to recall that the Orient were one of the first teams I saw play against Cardiff City. The other was Norwich. I’m not totes sure. It was over fifty years ago. Fifty years? How can that be? Shirley not?
We will be watching Liverpool. If all goes to plan I will be cutting the grass during the imps game. Though it won’t take so long. Could do it at the half time break when everyone is getting their cup of tea and a sausage roll.
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So I have my shopping list, compiled at my desk in the shed with contributions from THG. These are to some extent constrained to inputs such as “please check what veg we have before you go buying any more”. This is very fair. Of the two of us THG is by far the superior when it comes to common sense in food shopping.
A leaf falls onto the deck in front of the shed. Never to be repeated. Next time it will be a different leaf. We need to live (leaf) for the moment. Look at that falling leaf and savour it. A metaphor for life.
I look around at everyday objects with wonder. The washing hanging on the line, a water feature in front of the deck with a cable coming out of it but which has not been plugged in for some years now. An insect hotel hanging from a post at the corner of the “fruit bed”. The entire contents of the shed, somewhat tidier today than it was yesterday although you would probably need to be me to notice the difference. The shed does need a bit of dusting.
The washing is growing animated. As if someone has pushed the start button.
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Disaster. Bought reduced sugar Heinz Baked Beans. Totally inedible. What’s more I bought twelve tins as they were five fifty for six or nine quid for twelve. They will have to go back. After the Liverpool game. I hardly ever buy baked beans these days as they don’t fit with a keto diet but THG is taking some to the church harvest festival and we are off for a weekend with our pals in a couple of weeks time and they always come in handy for breakfast on such occasions. Doh.
Whoever buys reduced sugar baked beans either has no taste buds or is somehow being conned. Or buys them by mistake. The biggest issue is the highly similar packaging to real baked beans to catch out the unwary.
It’s a bit like the time I bought diet tonic water but it turned out to be diet tonic water with lemon juice. Also yukky. In that case I forced meself to drink the tonic water, with a modest splash of gin natch, as I had already opened the pack and it took a few tins before I realised the mistake. Actually I was probs on the second box of tonic before I had the gumption to look at the label.