It was a long week in London. Therese and I left on the 1600 York bound. This was twenty minutes late, leaving us five minutes late for the connection home.
We finally get in just before 2000 and feast on mixture of home made and takeaway Indian food and the premier two episodes of the event. Then (I think) Graham Norton, where we were taken aback by Charlotte Church.
After the best sleep we’ve had in nearly a month, Saturday is chores day. Shopping needs done (for the first time in four weeks), Therese has the hairdressers and I’ve got three hours of expenses, invoicing and reconciliation to sort out. On top of this we (in this case Therese) has a stack of cooking to do as Dan and Sarah are coming over this evening.
Therese makes some quite amazing minestrone and even more amazing Focaccia . The pizza itself is always fabulous, so no surprise there. Ravioli with pumpkin is mixed. The pasta we make is great. The pumpkin was bland.
We are subjected to the X Factor in order to maintain harmony … which turns out not to be as bad as I’d thought. However, my brain won’t be able to handle it for another year at least. Clearly, I’d love Wagner to win. It’s a shame he’s in for the comedy vote.
The night ends with an 80’s sing along. Who can forget Dan singing “Don’t you want me?”. Just like the second world war, we should never forget.
Sunday it’s time to confront the garden. We’ve not really worked it for around five weeks. Grass needs cut for the last time this year … and especially since the upper lawn is to be converted into a vegetable garden. All around the borders have to be hacked back. We’re busy for around four hours … and fill seven refuse bags with border cuttings and goodness knows how many with grass. More to be done next weekend.
After a congratulatory “Grand Hotel” (1.5 measures gin, 1.5 measures Grand Marnier, 0.5 measure Noilly Prat, squeeze of lemon), it’s another attempt at ravioli. Same paste dough, this time roast turnip and carrot from the garden. Delicious. Night finished with the end of season 3 of Dexter then sleep.
I’m currently doing some IT consultancy work for a large retailer, working our of their London office.
