We lugged buckets of water to my rusty tank for willow soaking, I hacked more lilac.
Then a hour with the Norwegian language...our Franco Norsk family went into town today and Mamma bought a pair of shoes with giraffe appliqué on the front (!), stroppy teenager demanded a café stop with chocolate cake. None to be had so it was apple cake all round. She then sneered at her Pappa for not knowing coffee with milk was called a Latte. As if.
Adrian booked car in for a service.
Spurred on by an email from a neighbour asking us all to buy Greek olive oil from Amazon at £13.99 for 500 cl and give it a 5 star review, (son is importing it) I unearthed my Waitrose own brand Greek Olive oil -£4.50 ish- and made us a Feta, tomato, cucumber and stuffed olive salad for lunch liberally sprinkled with said oil. Plus garlic flatbread. I am sure the special Greek oil is superb but is it really three times better? If you’re feeling flush, here it is...
No. It was to tell me our pheasants have chicks - at least seven - and they were being paraded round the lawn by the proud parents.
Dear little things. One fears for their survival in this dangerous world of crows, magpies, tawny and barn owls.
Mrs P is a good mother and hides them under her skirts.
