Saturday, February 27, 2010
The day dawned... or rather didn't... more like it crept in like a sullen teenager who just got in from that all night party and is now pretending unsuccessfully that they're not tired and bad-tempered. This day came with ill-tempered rumbles and little squalls of rain, that turned into thunder and lightning and a sheeting downpour. Just perfect for not switching on the computer and getting down to work (yesterday 2.1K - today should have been better). And storm followed storm. So I read Peter Mayle's Year in Provence and made B breakfast in bed, and tried not to be too much like a sulky teen myself. I had a baking session, hoping against hope that the stove would be struck by lightning and blow up. We're evolving a lovely hate-hate relationship that stove and I. Yes, I had tinfoil in the vast crack created by the ill-fitting oven door. My absolutely never-fail recommend to non-cooks Matthews's ginger biscuits are pictured below. They are square. They are floppy. Neither of these are their natural state.
Eventually the rain stopped - after lunch - and Barbs went out to start her cutting and I to try and get wordflow going... And then the rain started again. Barbs assures me the cavorting around was perfectly normal mowing and the mentions of 'Thor' were jutht in referenth to her blithters... So we have more rain, which is a good thing as long as the lightning stays away. It's nasty out there and that makes work more attractive. There is something to be said for being warm and dry with hot choc and floppy cookies.