I ate all this almost without breathing, no not really, I savoured every mouthfull. Tonight I am trying some Quorn "chicken" pieces, I took the inspiration from Scarlet and have shamelessly lifted a recipe from her blog.
It really is Apple Blossom Time now and I stop to have a look every time that I pass my little trees.
Now to the post title, I had a great day out yesterday and in complete contrast I am half way through cleaning the cupboard under the stairs AKA The Glory Hole, I also have my beady eyes on the little utility room off my kitchen. I have moved some things from utility to glory already. Some junk has been evicted, some useful items are ready for the charity shop and several yards of cobwebs have been disposed of.
While I was working away I was musing over life and stuff, as you do, and how old I felt and how that changed day to day.
I have reached the baffling conclusion that I am too old to be young and too young to be old. I refuse to be middle aged, far too frumpy and a horrible label. It implies that you have thrown the towel in as far as colour goes and dress in beige and wear sensible shoes.
Hmm I do wear sensible shoes, as a size 9 I have no option, but they are in rainbow colours.
I did have a beige skirt and wore it a few times before it had to go back to the CS from whence it came.
Most days I feel no change from my thirties, it is only the odd stab from my Sciatic nerve that reminds me they were 30 years ago.
I walked miles yesterday while out, walked Ben before I left and almost as soon as I returned. Had a reasonable bedtime of 11:00 and woke early this morning and hit the floor running. I am keeping my metaphorical fingers crossed that I still feel good after the next thirty years have slipped by.
In the meantime there is a whole lotta livin to do, and the ironing.