A Culinary Surpise

Dear reader, this week Mr Him decided, unbeknownst to me, that he needed to prove himself to you on the cooking front.  He had a day off work and with the kitchen to himself prepared for me a culinary surprise that was Slimming World friendly.

I have below a video of the unveiling to myself and Miss 21.








There's a Hole in the Garden, Dear Anna

Mr Him was let loose at the weekend.  I decided I'd risk him doing some handyman things.  I mean it had to be easier then slicing beans!

I watched from a safe distance as he dug up some plants  that had failed to flower  (yes he did plant them in the first place but it's not his fault.  The soil is poor. ) 

The montebretia won't flower,  dear Anna,' he had said.

'Well dig it up, dear Him'.


'There's a hole in my garden now, dear Anna, '




'Fill it dear Him,'

'With what shall I fill it dear Anna.'

'With a pot dear Him, with a pot. '

'What goes in the pot dear Anna?'

'A Palm goes in the pot dear Him'.



'There's still a hole in the garden, dear Anna, dear Anna.'

'Fill it dear Him, fill it.'

'With what shall I fill it dear Anna dear Anna?'

'Some slate, dear Him, with some slate.'

'Jobs done dear Anna.'


'Thank goodness dear Him. Dear Him, the paints come off the porch, dear Him'.....


Runnerbeans (or not )

I wasn't  sure whether to laugh, cry,  be angry or worry as I walked home after a phone call to Mr Him. I was given some runnerbeans from a colleagues garden.






 I had asked him to prepare some   for my supper. What he told me sent me into a jibbering tailspin on legs.  



Mr Him had only taken the seeds out of the runnerbeans declaring them immature broad beans.  He'd cooked the little red beans and discarded the green outer. 



I despair. I really despair sometimes.

Just DIY

Dear reader,  in the past you have observed that I always seem to be up to an adventure.  Well, as you can see almost the most exciting thing last weekend was buying a new harness for the chihuahua.  Almost.  That was pipped to the post by DIY. 

Mr Him finally  (after 3 years ) got around to putting up a new towel rail in the cloakroom.  Ever since we'd moved in,  towels have been hanging precariously from a holder that was millimeter by painful, weekly, millimeter falling out of the wall.  Anyway  that's fixed now. 





On Friday the cantilever garden umbrella broke.  It was discovered by two men of the house that the string had snapped thereby making it impossible to move up or down.  Something to do with tension too.  Mr 25 (bf of Miss 21) said he could fix it if I bought washing line string.  I did. 



The arm now glides up and down with an elegance not before exhibited by this cantilever umbrella. Looking at the string that had frayed and snapped from use over 3 years,  one could assume it was designed to fail.  That would be a cynical thought now wouldn't it.

The Dog Harness



This blog is going to be all or nothing.  The pictures are all not pictures.  They are all videos.  You will either get me in multidimensional media, or not at all.  I can open these on my laptop but not on my phone.  I hope you can see them.

On Saturday we bought our chihuahua a new harness.














So on Sunday,





I returned home embarrassed,




Apparently it would fit a puppy. I asked if it was a ferrets.

Ouse Valley Viaduct

I'm pleased you enjoyed my viaduct ramble and thank you for your comments and questions.  The viaduct is the Ouse Valley viaduct and is on the train route from London to Brighton and Eastbourne.  it was built and opened in 1841.  It is also a pokestop. Well, it would be wouldn't it, being a landmark.  






Here is more information on this fabulous piece of architecture .https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouse_Valley_Viaduct

TanHand

Dear reader,  I've had a disaster on the tanning front.  If you've been up to date with my preparations for a non existent  heatwave on my other blog then you'll know I've taken to the fake tan once again. 

It all started well.  On Friday night I applied my fake tan.  On Saturday morning I awoke to be greeted by TanHand. Yes you've guessed it, I hadn't washed my hands after applying it.  Me, when I'm such an experienced user of the stuff!



I googled solutions.  I tried lemon juice.  I tried bicarbonate of soda.




 I tried oil.


The next night I tried camouflage by tanning my whole hand.

 
That didn't work either.





TanHand went to work with me on Monday.

Mr Him adops a Racing pigeon and Miss 26 looks for an Apartment in the year that never was

How are you all?  I thought I would catch up by sharing a series of vlogs that I made during the year that never was.  Here is one from the ...