Sunny Side Up

Tonight we cooked what OFT (Old Father Turner)  refers to as a ‘Cowboy’s breakfast’.  Not normally being people that fry, achieving anything sunny side proved a quandary until a griddle turned up at the back of a cupboard. If I had asked a graphic designer to cook a couple of eggs, this is what I would’ve expected them to have come up with.


Things are changing around here, and to coincide the blog is having a bit of an overhaul. So far this has involved changing the template to incorporate a fabric chicken and other random object d’art, but it’s a start.

This morning I woke up to find my euphorbia – my favourite plant – has decided to unveil its show piece after many months of wintry gloom! I was never really one for plants until I had my own garden, but now I get quite a thrill out of seeing that things have survived for another year….

…and that all concerns regarding a certain ‘Weedol’ incident so far remain unfounded.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to my Husband.

That’s two of us now a year away from the big ‘3’ ‘0’. Depressingly it will always be me that reaches these milestones first and the toy boy won’t let me forget it.

I am finding that this age offers interesting juxtapositions. A happy afternoon was spent recently hiding from each other in a box that the BBQ came in. Last night we held our postponed Christmas get together following the snow dump in December. This served as a useful reminder that my innards no longer hold up to the kind of abuse they used to quite so graciously. Happily, the scrummy home made welsh cakes my ‘sister from another mother’ made have supported my being this morning. After a healthily sized sausage sandwich.

I’m now trying to redeem myself with a herbal tea.

P.S.  I got Neil a new alarm clock today, the box it came in pictured below. I have to admit there were reasons other than functionality for buying it.