There’s something about the radio alarm switching off that sends me back to sleep, and so it was that I didn’t get up until well after 9 o’clock, which was not planned at all. One’s always most efficient when there’s a lot to do though, so lunch was on the table on the dot of 1 o’clock.
It went down very well in fact and, as much by luck as by judgement, the lamb was perfectly cooked. Russell wasn’t home yet, but we decided to start – he’d gone over to an antiques fair and if he was chatting, he might be ages. “May I have the chicken leg please?” asked Zerlina. It was explained that it was lamb, but she still wanted the bone – that is, the equivalent of the forearm – so I spent several minutes removing it for her and had to go and wash my hands afterwards, I wasn’t very tidy about it. She ate a remarkable amount, as did her brother, who started with carrots and broccoli before moving on to the meat.
I’d done a dish of fruit – strawberries, grapes, bananas and pineapple – and made a cake, which I’d done in a ring mould and iced it to look like a bird’s nest. Well, it didn’t look very like a bird’s nest, but the thought was there. My electric mixer packed in just as I was whipping cream – luckily it didn’t stop sooner. The motor works but the paddles don’t go around, so I suppose it’s the gear that’s worn.
It was just as well that we hadn’t waited for Russell, who arrived home at 1.40. He’d been chatting, he said – just as we expected.
I was reading in the paper today that a lot of people don’t teach their children to cook because they don’t want the kitchen made untidy. It has to be admitted that my kitchen gets pretty messy every day. I’m far too keen on food to mind that and my children were always welcome to help. They’re all good and enthusiastic cooks, which makes me very happy.
The lead arrived the other day for the DVD player and I tried and failed to set it up. I was disgusted with myself. I had been determined not to have to ask for help, but I’m afraid it needed a man. Phil did it for me. He kindly said that he already dreads the day when he has to ask his children for help with techy things. Quite.