The trials and tribulations of the renovations of barn and brain in rural Cheshire.....

Sunday, 20 May 2007

Pudding Brain

Before yesterday morning's Great Flood I slipped a rice pudding into the slow oven. Determined that this was to be the turning point in the Rice Pudding wars, I made a vow not to leave this RP in the raging inferno. At 9pm I realised the vow was broken, RIP RP for the fourth (or is it fifth?) time....Fif says it's a ploy on my part to keep reminding people that I'm NQR (not quite right) yet. It was a quiet day today. We had a stroll round the barn to inspect the shoreline; it's mostly dried out so we now await the plumber's verdict tomorrow. We also did a bit of DIY (or as Scott calls it, FIY, as in Fif It Yourself as she just gets it done, no messing) by building a Bertby (henceforth, naturally, now known as Bert) purchased on a recent IKEA trip. It's for beautification product storage in one of the bathrooms, which one yet to be decided.

Other than that, mopping the kitchen floor and cooking the regular Sunday bacon and eggs, I slept.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

We are fascinated to read of your experiences (that being mum Bren as well, and not the royal We). We've never had an Aga but we used to make rice pudds.

Shirl's countdown is now on and mum worries about her -- sitting in the middle of a lot of stuff she doesn't know what to do with [Shirl I think that is].

I had other thoughts Saturday, while you were flooding and pudding and plant-selling. Won't go into it much but I was forthright in my opinions some months back, and someone thinks they can sue me. The past's gone, things get discussed more (particularly if it's already been on the letters pages of two local newspapers). Of course I'm offered the opportunity of grovelling. So you're not the only one on her knees!

I'm not one of those who thinks truth's just relative. The fact that everyday we use our understanding of nature, in everything from computers to ... brain surgery gives the lie to that. We can be inspiringly accurate in our knowledge of what's where.

I just wasn't in the mood for getting snarled up in traffic Saturday. Might have dented somebody.