After a good night’s sleep I checked the weather
forecast. Yesterday it had been for a dry morning. This morning it said drizzle
becoming rain, getting heavier as the day wore on. So I scoffed my toast
quickly and took the dogs out to make the most of the best weather.
As we drove I listened to the radio as I do. That
idiot Donald Trump was in the news again. Really he should be addressed as “President”,
but sadly “that idiot” is really the best I can do. He’s announced that
there is a "framework of a future deal with respect to Greenland",
but he’s rather vague on the specifics, and no one had any idea what he’s
talking about.
And there was an interview with the head honcho of
Britain’s foster carers. I thought about turning the radio off; this is a
sensitive subject for me. But I forced myself to listen, and my piss boiled.
There’s fewer and fewer people willing to be foster parents, and the
government is looking to ways to alleviate this As far as I’m concerned, the
answer is obvious – don’t take children away from their mothers on the strength
of lies made by the inexperienced.
The woman being interviewed was saying about how
foster parents are regularly inspected (so they should be), and one
thing which would help the foster parents would be for them to be provided with
cleaners.
So… the state can take a child into foster care
because its home isn’t felt to be clean enough… and then the state will provide
a cleaner for the house into which it puts the child because that house isn’t
clean enough?
You can’t make this up…
I took a deep breath…
The woods were busy today. I’ve never seen so many
squirrels about. And neither had the dogs. They had a great time. And I’ve
never seen so many people in the woods either. All were friendly. It was a
shame that the two young ladies had to shout everything to each other; they
were walking two yards from each other and I could hear their conversation from
a hundred yards away.
We had a minor episode at the half-way point. There’s
a point where the path turns through a right-angle and you can’t see round the
corner till you get there. Morgan had run off ahead like he does. He knows the
woods and comes back when called so I wasn’t worried. But I turned the corner
and saw someone who was worried. Morgan was wagging his tail at some woman who
was shrieking into her phone shouting “What am I supposed to do? What am I
supposed to do?” like a stuck record. She saw me, and asked if I knew
anything about the lost dog she had just found. Bearing in mind he’d been out
of my sight for maybe ten seconds I would hardly describe him as “lost”;
she must have already been on the phone as she wouldn’t have had time to make a
phone call in the time available.
We walked a slightly different route to our usual one
today – it was about half a mile longer than usual. We walked for about an hour
and three quarters and it stayed dry for us. So much for weather forecasts, eh?
We came home for a bath; bellies had got seriously
grubby.
I voomed round the garden harvesting dog dung.
I voomed over my head with the clippers and saved a
small fortune; have you seen the price of a haircut these days?
I went over the road to the shop and got the makings
of dinner, and spent the afternoon making it.
In between boiling up some plov I watched the last
three episodes of “Soulmates”
which was rather good. Good science-fiction works by having believable
characters, and this show worked rather well. Such a shame it has been
cancelled.
“er indoors TM” came
home from a day in the office. We sparked up the telly and watched more “Junior
Bake Off” as we scoffed dinner. It wasn’t that bad really… I suppose. I
must admit I never really like scoffing anything that I’ve cooked myself. But I
can’t help but think that the entire “plov” idea was a bit keen. Next
time I’ll just curry up the chicken and maybe fanny about with the rice?
But the bottle of rose wasn’t bad.
“The Traitors” is on is a minute…
And if any of my loyal readers are interested, here’s
my recipe for plov… It was probably too much for the two of us, but unless you
add a side salad or something it’s not really enough for four. The entire lot
came in at about one thousand five hundred calories…
Ingredients
- Two apples
- Two parsnips
- Three carrots
- Two chicken breasts
- Half a pound of rice.
- Curry powder (whatever flavour you fancy)
Chop up the apples, parsnips and carrots. Chuck them
into a pan of water and simmer until soft.
(about an hour or so)
Chop up the chicken breasts and fry in hot oil for a
couple of minutes.
Tosh a cup of water with the curry powder in with the
chicken breasts and leave it to marinade (or soak for the less culinary
amongst us).
Boil up the rice for fifteen minutes.
Drain the vegetables, mash them up, and put them on
the bottom of a pasta dish (about half an inch deep).
Stick the cooked chicken on the mashed vegetables.
Cover with the cooked rice (save any extra rice for
the dogs – they love it).
Cover it with tin foil, stick in a pre-warmed oven and
bake at 200 degrees for half an hour or so.
Take off the cover and bake for another ten minutes.
Scoff with a bottle of rose wine (hello sailor)
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