Pastitsio my best

I'm fast coming to the conclusion that subbas shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen. Up early (well, for me), squeezed apple juice - delicious, then decided to make dinner as I get so sick of the 'what's for tea' decision. Decided on pastitsio (baked pasta and mince for the un-Greek) so looked up the recipe on t'internet, followed it religiously, even down to the cinnamon. Well, I lie a bit - left out the garlic as Dad hates it (we've gone without garlic since September, hope there are no vampires in Cheshire...............) and, as we had no red wine, used Madeira mixed with white wine instead - it's alcohol. Anyay, got cinnamon from cupboard, thought it looked quite yellow and didn't smell too cinnamony but my sense of smell's not been so good post-op. Anyway, in it goes and it's all simmering away when out of the cinnamon pot drops a piece of card that says...............turmeric. Uh oh, how can I explain this one away. So, looked up turmeric on t'interweb - hurrah, good for arthritic joints (Dad) and IBS (Dad and Fifi). They need never know!!

Fifi Babitt's been in the barn today. Here is her report - The joists are pretty much there now, all but at the end -it's strange to see all the light coming through, somehow makes the rooms not real.... the roof is due on in a couple of weeks, so it will become real then for sure!! Thank you tonight's guest writer, pictured here with the author at a signing session - cheque signing.