Monthly Archives: March 2019

Mulled whines

I have just ordered a case of our local wine, with great hopefulness. I’m sure I’ve told you before about the village vineyard – it’s a great story, so I’ll check back that I have – and that they have a club. You pay a subscription, which is a couple of hundred pounds or so, and get a dozen bottles, tours of the vineyard whenever you want, plus 10% off whatever extra you buy. Lovely Hannah and Ben are winning awards all over the place, their wines are sold by Berry Bros & Rudd, served at Fortnum & Mason, and they’re well worth the £15 or so price tag. If you want to know more, google Flint Vineyard.

Wink is here for the extended weekend and we went out to lunch today, to a pub about 20 minutes drive away that we haven’t been to for a while. It had served very good food, but had changed hands a while ago and we hadn’t been back since. We were impressed – chose two sharing platters and ate rather too much, actually, though I don’t find that too hard.

Having been away for a few days, we half expected Eloise cat to cold-shoulder us for a day or two. However, she has been particularly loving. I’ve noticed a change in her over the past few months. She’s always been a sweet-natured little cat, never known to lash out or be suddenly temperamental, but she has always had a take-it-or-leave-it air and might be very affectionate, or hardly be seen for a day or two. Now, she spends a lot of her time sitting on my lap or Tim’s, and is very affectionate. She’s not in the room right now, as it happens, but I’m pretty sure she’s having a nap on the dressing room bed, ready to prowl around later tonight.

Rose has been away for a few days as Lawrence has been receiving treatment at the Royal Marsden. Rummy, lovingly, caught a big female rat to welcome them home and left it on their lawn. What a sweetheart he is. We haven’t seen RasPutin for a couple of weeks, which is nothing to be alarmed about – it simply means that he is catching plenty of food for himself. He was sleekly well fed, last time I saw him.

The title of the post is stolen shamelessly, it being the best name for a blog ever.

Fat Tuesday

We arrived back here from Reading this afternoon, having popped down for a couple of days to check on things – and all is well there. I mentioned, a few months ago, that Tim was off the road for a while, so I’m in the driving seat for a few weeks yet. Since he’s had the medical all clear, he hopes to be able to reclaim his car soon, though. I’ll be driving it next time though, heh heh. I’d never driven a car that is quite so zingy as that before.

We had pancakes for dinner, it being Shrove Tuesday. Tim wondered, why pancakes? We know all about Lent and having to use all the good things up beforehand, but pancakes aren’t really such rich food, so we’re not sure why they’ve become so traditional. I suggested that we have savoury pancake to start with, followed by one with sugar and lemon juice. I topped the savoury one with onion, tomato and cheese, in the Dutch style. It was good, the only downside being that I cooked each one separately, so Tim had to start without me. As I was cooking his second pancake, I asked if he wanted to toss it. I’d be afraid to, he said, even my dad didn’t do that.

His father, he said, was the pancake cooker in his family. He didn’t do any other cooking, so isn’t sure how that tradition came about, though his elder sister might know. I said, we had a pancake tradition in my childhood family too. They were ignored. I never had a pancake in my life, I don’t think, until after I was married. If I did, neither of my parents made them. I didn’t feel it as an awful loss, though, I don’t think.

The conversation moved on, as these things do, from the New to the Old Testament, and then on to Greek and Roman myths and histories, and thence to Latin O Levels and then to our education generally. Now it’s nearly ten o’clock and we’ve only just left the dining table. And it won’t be too long before I’m in bed, I daresay.


Gosh, it’s March already and I’ve been AWOL. Mostly, we’ve been building those five wardrobes, but they’re done now and I’m transferring clothes into them. Tim was offered one but has decided to take over the wardrobes in our bedroom instead, on the grounds that that’s the room where he gets dressed. I usually get dressed in the bathroom, as it happens.

Otherwise, not a great deal has been happening here. I have sweet peas and broad beans coming up in trays in the greenhouse, and have resisted the considerable temptation to sow tomatoes etc, as we’re going to be in Reading for a couple of days and monitoring the propagator is a lot to ask. I’m not sure, as yet, if we’re going in Tim’s car or mine, we’ll have to decide in the morning.

Until last month, I’d have had a church service to play for before we left, but not now. The congregation is so small, and has been for several years, that it’s been decided that there will just be one service a month, plus the café church in the village school on the fourth Sunday. Sadly, the last Rector – not the present one – drove so many people away that it has never recovered. I’m trying and failing not to apply this to our political party leaders…

But this isn’t a blog that does politics, which is why it’s a cheery place. So five happy things to end with.

Lovely Tim cooked dinner tonight and it was delicious.

I made yoghurt, which reminds me to cancel the milk for Monday. Tim and Eloise cat eat the yoghurt, which they say is better than shop-bought.

Eloise cat is increasingly cuddly. She follows us around and jumps on one of our laps as soon as we sit down. It’s adorable.

My friend Graham has found someone who wants to use the field by the river to graze his sheep. This is very good news. I don’t need to be paid, just to have the land cared for.

My sister Wink is coming to stay next week.