After three days of going out – two garden centres (Monday), the Zoo (Tuesday) and Waitrose and The Range (Wednesday) on Thursday and yesterday we battened down the proverbial hatches as very cold weather enveloped even mild Torbay.
There is one thing I like about being retired – apart from those days when we have, say, a dental appointment (as we have on Monday) in which case we need to be up and out of the house quite early – is being able to take a cup of coffee back to bed on a cold winter’s morning and simply stay there as long as we like. And so I enjoyed this minor indulgence, getting up quite late after perhaps two or even three cups of coffee.
But once up, showered and dressed, I would make us a ‘proper’ breakfast. By ‘proper’ I mean not just porridge or a slice of toast and marmalade, but fruit (in this case prunes, below) and scrambled eggs on toast with bacon (or bacon & tomatoes on toast, one of my favourite breakfasts.)
Yesterday, Friday, our second day at home, with the weather very cold indeed, I made a roast chicken lunch. I have been buying chickens from Waitrose that have been fed an Omega 3 rich diet, and as well as tasting very good, I hope their meat will also be doing us good.
The small roast potatoes look a trifle lost in this large dish, but my plan was to put all the veg in this dish but, instead, I put our veg onto the plates; we had stuffing with the chicken, purple sprouting broccoli, and carrot and white turnip mash, which I particularly enjoy (mashed with Normandy butter, which isn’t as strong as the bright yellow English butter, and black pepper) plus the small roasties and gravy.
We have watched some of the Winter Olympics but really, much of it leaves me cold. Oh, I couldn’t resist that! What on earth is ‘halfpipe’ and ‘slopestyle’? I thought Olympic Games were meant to emulate traditional games, not include what I call circus-style ‘tricks’? Such things as the alpine biathlon, speed skating, and even ski jumping, yes, but all that somersaulting on what look like skateboards look to me just plain silly. Clever, I don’t doubt, and dangerous, too, but silly. We might as well have the egg & spoon race, the sack race and, of course, let us not forget the three-legged race, in the Olympic Games.
When not watching people rushing down icy tunnels, head first on tea trays or doing what Clare Balding likened to the Grand National (i.e. over the jumps) on skies, I began reading Lucinda Riley’s novel, The Seven Sisters. This is the first in a proposed series of seven novels about seven non-related sisters (i.e. all adopted.) I am very much enjoying it and on the strength of this novel, have already ordered the next two, and the fourth will be in published in paperback very soon.
Being me, I just had to put my hot Bovril in a blue mug so that it would go with the book. But you know by now what I’m like for colour.
During the week two boxes of soaps that I’d ordered arrived from L’Occitane. As you also know, I love fine soap, whether it’s by Roger & Gallet, Penhaligon’s, Floris, Tisserand, Bronnley, or as in this case, L’Occitane. I had been given a box of their Shea Butter soaps for Christmas and we’ve just come to the end of those, so I re-ordered those, plus a box of floral-scented soaps.
After being indoors for two days, although it was nice to be in a cosy, warm home with plenty to eat and books to read, today we decided to drive to Waitrose as we needed just a few things, especially if the weather is set to become even colder next week, as the weather people on TV have promised. We needed just a few basic things such as bread and potatoes but of course, I found a few treats for us, too.
I hope the freesias will flourish because as I unwrapped the cellophane several of the buds dropped off, indicating that they’d been without water for quite some time. I’ve cut them down to half size, and plunged them into water and plant food, so I hope they will revive. And oh, a box of lovely macarons. Husband doesn’t care very much for these, but there again, I do think they are a female indulgence. But he’s not gone without, don’t you believe it. He chose a slice of New York style cheese cake.
I also picked up a new magazine, which will be my reading later this afternoon.
We drove home via the seafront. It was quite windy and very cold but we parked for a minute or two so that I could photograph the waves …
As we arrived home the sun put in an appearance and I took some photos in our very untidy garden, as there are buds on our camellia bush and lots of flowers on a hellebore.
The late winter sunshine was shining through the hall window onto what might be the last bunch of daffodils from the supermarket. A catalogue from Sworders, the fine art auction house, had arrived, something else to browse this afternoon.
It, very conveniently, has daffodil-yellow on the cover! Thank you, Sworders!
I then made us ham, cheese and chutney sandwiches for lunch and now we’re going to have mugs of hot Bovril.
I hope you are enjoying a pleasant, restful Saturday.
Until next time.