Off to our favourite butcher. Difficult in a quiet shop to understand what he says. A mixture of a nervous tick, Welsh, and a low mumble. Add to this an open door, and traffic going past and we don’t always converse clearly.
S = “Can we order a Turkey please, around 6 kilo?”
B = “what’s that in pounds?”
Voice form behind us “twelve”
B = “Yes, I’ll put it in the book”, which he so does, then closes it.
S = “Shall, we give you a name?
B = “No need, I know you and there’s only one rose in the book so far”.
Rose? Who’s rose? We go there regularly but how does he know our name? Is Rose his nickname for us – and why? The Today Christmas quiz question is – did we order the Turkey? Should we get some sausages as a plan B?
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel.…
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng