A Guide to Toast – for Husbands

It is a vital issue of grave importance.  How do you like your toast done?  I have to admit that I do like my bread 'lightly toasted', you know just as a hint of colour but with a toasted crispiness.  Husband, on the other hand, does not believe that bread is toasted unless it is... Continue Reading →

My Perfect Potato

For some people, the potato is king; it's there on every single plate of food they eat; 'oh it's so versatile, you can do so much with a potato!"  I don't get it.  Admittedly, I'm a pasta girl myself but the potato never really did anything for me.  After all, it's just so many variations... Continue Reading →

FO: The Lunchbox Project

The knitting bug really has me smote at the moment.  My physical health is a little better at the moment and I’m just so enjoying being able to do creative things again.  It’s one of the things that I really miss when I’m ill, not being able to express myself or entertain myself.  Being ill... Continue Reading →

Flapjacks for Al and Sunshine

The other day I made pink porridge.  That probably didn't surprise any of you.  Strange things happen on this blog. Al made a suggestion. I thought 'ooh'. So I made pink flapjacks. (They are not photogenic.  My husband won't touch them.  They're too soft.  (Normally he complains that mine aren't soft enough).  I think they're... Continue Reading →

Five Images of a Perfect Summer

When this week’s Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop prompt asked us to describe our perfect summer, I have to say that I stumbled.  It’s the word ‘perfect’ that I have the biggest problem with; I know that perfection isn’t possible.  If it’s not possible, why even bother to aspire for it?  And Life being what it... Continue Reading →

Release

Release has obviously always been the plan.  I may sound like a bad bird-parent but release would mean having my sitting room back, a clean sitting room where I would be able to sit and knit or work on the computer without dodging poop and being pecked at (and that would also mean that you... Continue Reading →

A Spoonful of Medicine

Well, it seems that a spoonful of medicine makes the world go down a whole lot better. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a fan of pill popping.  I'm one of those proud, stubborn creatures who would rather endure something than surrender to a drug ((wo)man up as the Americans apparently say and take... Continue Reading →

I Dream

Do I dream?  There are the terrifyingly real nightmares that drag me down into an abyss of muddled darkness where the images and thoughts of my mind labour through an Escher-like treacle, flashbacks and subtle reminders from the subconscious attempting to make sense of the crazy, messed up world that I live in.  I skip... Continue Reading →

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