A week later
Well, it's a wet Monday morning. We were woken early by a barky Bluebell - this is a new recent thing - it is lighter in a morning, but she's never woken before us and barked. Nextdoor sre up early and they are really really LOUD so I wonder if she hears them and thinks that its time to be up? I mean we are early risers anyway but I much prefer waking up without a barky dog!
Anyhoo, I've been up. Made the HG lunch - he is back to work - very safely social distancing - he's got corned beef and brown sauce sandwiches on wholemeal bread - emptied the dishwasher and sided all the pots. Moved some washing, tidied up a bit. Fed the dog and am now languishing in bed with the laptop for a bit. I've done an online shop to be delivered on Sunday - mostly household cleaning stuff - my oven is atrocious! Still no flour available to buy online. I do know shops and bakeries are bagging it up themselves but not available to order it there.
So after a busy week at school, again it was nice to have the weekend feeling like a weekend as we'd both been at work. Over the weekend, we did weekendy stuff ( basically lockdowny stuff but on a Saturday and Sunday.)
Apparently it was national baking day yesterday but I just could not be arsed. I rallied and made a cracking roast beef Sunday dinner but that was about it.
Sadly Albert succumbed to NDFC so he was brought in to look pretty in my kitchen. |
Now I have to say I am biased, but what bloody brilliant shots I got of my dog in the park on Saturday. Enjoying her life to the very best! |
I am making a SW lasagne today for tea - using butternut squash as the white sauce! I know! It sounds bizarre but I will try anything once and real people I know have made it and declared it delicious. I know some would say just have the white sauce but I am getting fatter by the day so need to take action! And a butternut squash has been sacrificed at the altar, cut up and roasted yesterday whilst the oven was on. I have the 5% beef mince and the quark! Let's see what happens!
Right I am now going to let the dog out of my room, the one who manages to open the door by herself to go down if I get the hairdryer out. Yet she's now just sat starting at it and squeaking forlornly as she heard Mr 23 still not back at work yet, go down for his daily porridge and toast!
LOts of love from
Rachel *slave to that bloody dog* Radiostar xxx