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shark_hatEsteemed sibling and parent were Heroes Of The People Of The Moving Van.
We went to a very nice restaurant over a pub on Saturday- the most memorable thing, for me, was my treacle and apple tart; wasn't sure how this would manifest itself, it turned out to be a normal-looking treacle tart with apple grated into it, rather than separate layers or anything. It was made with part golden syrup and part black treacle, and was deliciouly tart and complex-tasting. Starter of welsh rabbit with wine rather than beer was also interestingly good; main courses were simply good- pheasant with red cabbage and rosemary potatoes doesn't need to be made complicated!
I've got so many books. The pile of boxes of books was the same size as the pile of boxes of absolutely everything else I own (mostly because I don't own much furniture, but still).
I've been buying books for oh, 15 years? And still have many that I owned before that. And get rid of them only with great reluctance. It is not a surprise, therefore, that I would have large quantities. But somehow seeing them all in a heap like that, and realising that a large part of how I will furnish the house has to be based on how much wall space is left after bookshelves are up, is a wee bit scary. My retentions policy may need rewriting. (The notion of stopping buying books, OTOH, is clearly a non-starter. Not cluttering up one's life with Stuff is an excellent idea, but books are not the Stuff. Books are the life.)
DVD player! DVDs! *croons* I have missed you so, little boxes of distraction.
...Ah. The reason I can find spoons but not knives or forks is because I don't have any k&f, isn't it? I only have spoons because I disliked the spoons that came with the shared set of cutlery at the last house. (American size table spoons [not tablespoons] are much nicer). Chopsticks food tonight, then.
We went to a very nice restaurant over a pub on Saturday- the most memorable thing, for me, was my treacle and apple tart; wasn't sure how this would manifest itself, it turned out to be a normal-looking treacle tart with apple grated into it, rather than separate layers or anything. It was made with part golden syrup and part black treacle, and was deliciouly tart and complex-tasting. Starter of welsh rabbit with wine rather than beer was also interestingly good; main courses were simply good- pheasant with red cabbage and rosemary potatoes doesn't need to be made complicated!
I've got so many books. The pile of boxes of books was the same size as the pile of boxes of absolutely everything else I own (mostly because I don't own much furniture, but still).
I've been buying books for oh, 15 years? And still have many that I owned before that. And get rid of them only with great reluctance. It is not a surprise, therefore, that I would have large quantities. But somehow seeing them all in a heap like that, and realising that a large part of how I will furnish the house has to be based on how much wall space is left after bookshelves are up, is a wee bit scary. My retentions policy may need rewriting. (The notion of stopping buying books, OTOH, is clearly a non-starter. Not cluttering up one's life with Stuff is an excellent idea, but books are not the Stuff. Books are the life.)
DVD player! DVDs! *croons* I have missed you so, little boxes of distraction.
...Ah. The reason I can find spoons but not knives or forks is because I don't have any k&f, isn't it? I only have spoons because I disliked the spoons that came with the shared set of cutlery at the last house. (American size table spoons [not tablespoons] are much nicer). Chopsticks food tonight, then.
