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I love the fact that when I go onto my flist, most people seem to have watched Northanger Abbey... *g* We watched too, and I thought it was jolly good. I loved Catherine's fevered dreams! There may possibly have to be some acquisition of the DVD.
I borrowed a book from the library. It was Greenery Street, by Denis Mackail (who was the grandson of Edward Burne-Jones and a cousin of Rudyard Kipling, and friends with PG Wodehouse and AA Milne - which is interesting actually, because I thought those two didn't like each other, but I suppose you can be friends with people who don't like each other, as in fact many people do and I'm rambling now, so will stop this particular parenthesis). Anyway, yes, it's about a young married couple and their first household in a little house in Chelsea (set in the mid 20s). It was VERY good and I would highly recommend it. It's a Persephone book, so easily available.
I made chocolate chip cookies yesterday, which went off nicely except for the last batch, to which I oh-so-foolishly added little marshmallows. Bad move. After eight minutes in the oven, the cookies had cooked and the marshmallows had undergone some kind of radioactive explosion. I will not be repeating this experiment. No. The next experiment will be double chocolate cookies, which will hopefully be rather more successful.
I also had a second run at the goat's cheese/leek/thyme quiche concept, this time with somewhat smaller chunks of leek, and it went off rather well, if I say it myself. Nice bit of pastry making too. Get me. Am almost proud.
Katie and I are off to see The History Boys ce soir, which is jolly exciting, as we have been wanting to go for ages.
Anyway, yes, the weekend. Saturday morning, I baked two halves of a chocolate cake, and then dripped around in a towel for some considerable time before eventually heading to Kathye's for birthday... well, birthday sitting around on the sofa, really. Lots of cuddling of Hannah, and dancing around in the kitchen (for, indeed, why else did God invent the kitchen? and yes, for Katie and I will definitely be getting the "No Singing, No Dancing, No Swearing" sign for the new flat), and then had lasagne for tea, and cake eventually once I had been FORCED to go and ice it (everyone was VERY mean and I wept like Cinderella in the kitchen). Classic moment though was when I went to find Darren to ask where the cake candles were, on account of not wanting to ask Kathye since it was her birthday cake, and Megan came down to show me, and then she went back up to the bathroom, telling Darren at the ABSOLUTE top of her voice that we'd found the candles but couldn't tell Mummy because it was a surprise.
And then on Sunday we basically lazed around. I did my cooking. Katie cleared up after me. I went to Sainsbury's. We watched lots of TV (our lives have descended into "We've got forty minutes before X starts on ITV; what televisual gem can we fit into that time?"). Looked at sofas, and discussed potential colour schemes for our new living room. Have also come to the conclusion that for a while we will essentially have a guest house down the road. Fancy.
And in conclusion of this rather rambling and uninteresting post, I would like to express my regret that so many of my friends don't seem to realise how lovely they are, and suffer under the delusion that they are the last word in crapness. Actually, I think most people (self included) assume that they are crap, simply because one is privy to the worst parts of one's character, the parts one knows are rubbish and therefore attempt to conceal from society. But no, say I! Everyone is like this, and it's how one behaves towards other people, and one's actions in life, that count, not random bits of not-goodness in one's head. I don't know if this is making any sense at all, but anyway, there we go. My young friends, do not think yourselves crap, for you are not. Any of you. Or at least, no more crap than EVERYONE ELSE in the entire world.
Actually, that wasn't my conclusion. I am being super-efficient on the CBB right now, so if anyone has anything that they think needs sorting out, let me know, because this is probably going to end up being quite a narrow window of opportunity, if one is being honest.
I borrowed a book from the library. It was Greenery Street, by Denis Mackail (who was the grandson of Edward Burne-Jones and a cousin of Rudyard Kipling, and friends with PG Wodehouse and AA Milne - which is interesting actually, because I thought those two didn't like each other, but I suppose you can be friends with people who don't like each other, as in fact many people do and I'm rambling now, so will stop this particular parenthesis). Anyway, yes, it's about a young married couple and their first household in a little house in Chelsea (set in the mid 20s). It was VERY good and I would highly recommend it. It's a Persephone book, so easily available.
I made chocolate chip cookies yesterday, which went off nicely except for the last batch, to which I oh-so-foolishly added little marshmallows. Bad move. After eight minutes in the oven, the cookies had cooked and the marshmallows had undergone some kind of radioactive explosion. I will not be repeating this experiment. No. The next experiment will be double chocolate cookies, which will hopefully be rather more successful.
I also had a second run at the goat's cheese/leek/thyme quiche concept, this time with somewhat smaller chunks of leek, and it went off rather well, if I say it myself. Nice bit of pastry making too. Get me. Am almost proud.
Katie and I are off to see The History Boys ce soir, which is jolly exciting, as we have been wanting to go for ages.
Anyway, yes, the weekend. Saturday morning, I baked two halves of a chocolate cake, and then dripped around in a towel for some considerable time before eventually heading to Kathye's for birthday... well, birthday sitting around on the sofa, really. Lots of cuddling of Hannah, and dancing around in the kitchen (for, indeed, why else did God invent the kitchen? and yes, for Katie and I will definitely be getting the "No Singing, No Dancing, No Swearing" sign for the new flat), and then had lasagne for tea, and cake eventually once I had been FORCED to go and ice it (everyone was VERY mean and I wept like Cinderella in the kitchen). Classic moment though was when I went to find Darren to ask where the cake candles were, on account of not wanting to ask Kathye since it was her birthday cake, and Megan came down to show me, and then she went back up to the bathroom, telling Darren at the ABSOLUTE top of her voice that we'd found the candles but couldn't tell Mummy because it was a surprise.
And then on Sunday we basically lazed around. I did my cooking. Katie cleared up after me. I went to Sainsbury's. We watched lots of TV (our lives have descended into "We've got forty minutes before X starts on ITV; what televisual gem can we fit into that time?"). Looked at sofas, and discussed potential colour schemes for our new living room. Have also come to the conclusion that for a while we will essentially have a guest house down the road. Fancy.
And in conclusion of this rather rambling and uninteresting post, I would like to express my regret that so many of my friends don't seem to realise how lovely they are, and suffer under the delusion that they are the last word in crapness. Actually, I think most people (self included) assume that they are crap, simply because one is privy to the worst parts of one's character, the parts one knows are rubbish and therefore attempt to conceal from society. But no, say I! Everyone is like this, and it's how one behaves towards other people, and one's actions in life, that count, not random bits of not-goodness in one's head. I don't know if this is making any sense at all, but anyway, there we go. My young friends, do not think yourselves crap, for you are not. Any of you. Or at least, no more crap than EVERYONE ELSE in the entire world.
Actually, that wasn't my conclusion. I am being super-efficient on the CBB right now, so if anyone has anything that they think needs sorting out, let me know, because this is probably going to end up being quite a narrow window of opportunity, if one is being honest.
