Yesterday for lunch my mate Tim had fish and chips for lunch. even though, he noted 'it's batter. which is bad'. not to mention the chips. anyway, so fish and chips for lunch it was. i had a marginally more healthy salmon burger and no chips. this followed a rather toastalicious breakfast on the patio and came before a cream tea and a bottle of fizz and big bag of crisps on the beach. it was like a Christmas day in summer. we'd originally planned to go camping but rain stopped tent pegs so we went for a day out instead, which was basically the food equivalent of a pub crawl (a grub crawl!) - breakfast, drive. lunch, drive. Beth Chatto's garden, cream tea, drive. beach, bottle of fizz and crisps, drive home. local wine bar. local Chinese restaurant.
In the Chinese restaurant none of us could decide what to have (by this time it really was more greed than need). I had Sechuan chicken: nice sauce, dubious meat. Someone else had good chop suey while another had tofu. Tim, after much menu studying decided on sweet and sour chicken: 'I need something light after that battered lunch' he decided.
Now if the description of sweet and sour chicken had included the words 'deep fried' and 'batter' i suspect tim may have changed his order, but of course it did not so it yet more deep frydom.
at the end of the meal we were given fortune cookies.
mine declared that 'from the chosen few you are the one'!
which is reassuring.
not sure which 'one' i am but it's nice to feel special.
today, on the advice of my gardener friend Veronica, i started to paint our shed black.
now, i had hoped that this would take me about an hour - i had done all the prepping last weekend, scrubbing, dusting down, psyching myself up etc but no. if on the tin of paint it had said 'will spread on really patchily whilst dripping all over the decking. blisters on fingers guaranteed and absolutely no more that 3 coats needed' i suspect i may have found another way to spend my sunday afternoon...
i now have to wait until next weekend for the next coat. the shed, btw, looks brilliant from the house, it's only once you get up close that the patchiness becomes apparent. as sister Tracy put it 'it looks like a tourist attraction in Great Yarmouth'.
no, i didn't get it either
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