April 26th, 2011
|09:23 am - Rattle bag|
I have had a lovely week. On Friday I went for a long cycle with H round Rutland Water, which was good time together. The weather was perfect - not too hot, but sunny - and there's a nice pub half way round, and there were bluebells everywhere. I loved it.
On Saturday I was preparing food all day- my daughter made H Nigella's Chocolate Guinness Cake which was great. I recommend this as an easy and delish cake. Nigella is so camp it's hilarious:
This cake is magnificent in its damp blackness... a resonant, ferrous tang ... I've eaten versions ... stuffed and slathered in a rich chocolate icing, I think that can take away from its dark majesty.Whatevs.
Then on Sunday, big family get-together which was lovely. I think I can't completely relax and chat to people when I'm rushing about making sure people have enough to eat and drink, but it was smashing to see them all. My sister's boyf gave H a double bass. Jeepers it's a massive instrument. I'm saying to H 'If you ever wonder whether I am a tolerant and laid-back partner, take a look at that bloody thing in our living room.' Seriously, it's a lot bigger than a full size Dalek. Whether he'll add it to his performance repertoire I am not sure.
On a slight downer - I think our neighbours who are feeding Milo real chicken and tuna have alienated his affections from us. I am not going to enter into some kind of meat-quality arms race to win him back, so I am sticking to (reasonably good) commercial cat food at our end. If he wants to spend most of his time there, I will let him go. He also seems to be limping badly at the moment, so it may be that he is entering some kind of old age decline. Sad, but the natural processes of time.
Seriously, it's a lot bigger than a full size Dalek.
Glad you had a good week. I lounged around the house reading The Lord of the Rings
, and at regular intervals mraltariel
put food in front of me.
Narrower than your dalek but (at least in its case) a lot taller. I just went and checked, and standing on tiptoes I can just touch the top.
(PS I remember you and your friend Ian advocating 'chocolate beer cake', and now I have actually eaten it, and it lived up to its rep)
Edited at 2011-04-26 08:42 am (UTC)
Even taking into account my shortitude, I still don't have to stand on tiptoes to pat Jefferson on the head.
'chocolate beer cake'
All the major food groups!
That cake sounds divine *bookmarks*
Sorry to hear about Milo. I think you're right not to try to one-up the neighbours - who even knows how cats decide which food they prefer? I hope he has a comfortable old age, no matter where he spends it.
I have also got my mum's cat this week, while she visits my brother in Northumberland, which further disgruntles Milo. I doubt we'll see him much this week.