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Astonishingly cold. Remarkably clear. I will be going out to look at the stars in a bit. But not for long.
Today began early, with a kerfuffle plus barking outside the front door:
T: Must be the postman trying to leave something.
Me: Surely not! They don't normally show up before 11.
[outside] WhapWhapWhap GNNNNNNNNNNGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Me: The postman has a chainsaw??
T [after a moment]: Maybe the letterbox wasn't wide enough?
This resolved, on further rapid investigation - because we live in the depths of Sedgemoor, where folk make their own fun - into some people digging a large hole in the road, purpose unknown.
The rest of the day has been spent in writing, revising, my weaving class, pre-recording the radio show and the purchase of a new teapot (http://www.emmabridgewater.co.uk/ProductDetails.aspx?pid=GBBB104&cid=POTBIR&language=en-GB) at massive expense, which has been put in a hopefully Sid-proof place. The woman in the kitchen shop was very sympathetic and regaled me with tales of Stuff her Cats Have Broken. I felt she felt my pain, put it that way.
Still, if this is all I've got to bleeding worry about, go it. A peaceful evening is in the course of ensuing - no turkey for us in the UK, but grilled lamb, roast potatoes with rosemary, celeriac mash and shortly, baked apples with maple sugar. I would like to think that LJ is the home of the 18th century food diary, redux. I've enjoyed everyone's Thanksgiving reports, for sure.
Today began early, with a kerfuffle plus barking outside the front door:
T: Must be the postman trying to leave something.
Me: Surely not! They don't normally show up before 11.
[outside] WhapWhapWhap GNNNNNNNNNNGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Me: The postman has a chainsaw??
T [after a moment]: Maybe the letterbox wasn't wide enough?
This resolved, on further rapid investigation - because we live in the depths of Sedgemoor, where folk make their own fun - into some people digging a large hole in the road, purpose unknown.
The rest of the day has been spent in writing, revising, my weaving class, pre-recording the radio show and the purchase of a new teapot (http://www.emmabridgewater.co.uk/ProductDetails.aspx?pid=GBBB104&cid=POTBIR&language=en-GB) at massive expense, which has been put in a hopefully Sid-proof place. The woman in the kitchen shop was very sympathetic and regaled me with tales of Stuff her Cats Have Broken. I felt she felt my pain, put it that way.
Still, if this is all I've got to bleeding worry about, go it. A peaceful evening is in the course of ensuing - no turkey for us in the UK, but grilled lamb, roast potatoes with rosemary, celeriac mash and shortly, baked apples with maple sugar. I would like to think that LJ is the home of the 18th century food diary, redux. I've enjoyed everyone's Thanksgiving reports, for sure.
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Date: 2007-11-23 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-23 09:10 pm (UTC)T does celeriac soup with cream.
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Date: 2007-11-24 01:20 pm (UTC)I agree that a decoy is in order. If nothing else, so that you have a backup.