soop's kitchen

Grandson graduated yesterday. The second to do so. More to follow. Pic in album.

Ah, that's a lovely happy photo, soop. Congratulations to him

Thanks, when He's a lovely young man.

This is a brief visit to share some sad news with you all. Our friend who was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour, died a few hours ago. He was industrious and creative and generous of spirit. a life well lived.

Sad news to hear, soop, but lovely to hear of his qualities in life.

Very sad news*soop*. I hope your memories of your lovely friend help you and Mr.soop over this weekend.

What a lovely tribute to him, soop. I'm very sorry to hear he has died

Sad news soop.

So sorry to hear your sad news Soop xx

Congratulations to your grandson soop

So sorry to read about your friend soop but what a wonderful thing to say about him.

So sorry to hear about your friend soop you must be feeling sad.

Congratulations though to your dgs, another reason to feel proud of your family. Lovely pic

soop so sad to hear of your friend, just makes you want to live for today doesnt it. {{{hug}}}

Sad news Soop tempered by the good news of your DGS..... endings and beginnings.....

Thank you for your kind messages. The last few weeks were truly awful for our friend, and I know for certain that they were even worse for his wife. Thankfully, her best friend, whose husband died not so long ago from Motor Neurone Disease, is with her and is of great comfort. True friends are precious.

soop

I'm sorry that the kitchen smells of paint. It looks a lot brighter, methinks. I finished the utility room yesterday afternoon while the piano tuner did his job. When I walked in and asked if he would like a cup of tea, he guffawed with laughter. I had a large blob of dry emulsion right on the end of my nose. Hands up, I do get into a bit of a pickle when painting. Whereas Mr soop, the floor, the brushes and anything he touches remain spotless.

It's a grey day. The islands are cloaked in a light mist. The cold wind has abated. Mr soop is making progress tidying some dead stuff from the garden.

Our friend's funeral will be held on Saturday. Knowing the villagers as I do, there will be a huge amount of support for his wife and family, who are over from Canada.

Hope all goes well on Saturday soop

Send MrSoop here when he's finished with your dead stuff - we have quite a lot.

I've come to rest a while after a broken night, a really bad dream, a fasting blood test and a prospective visit to Mum.

Please could someone feed me lots of toast, dripping with butter, together with a huge mug of tea.

I made an almond and orange cake yesterday to bring in but it is sadly misshapen and a bit of an so I've left it at home for DH - he'll eat anything

Misshapen doesn't mean inedible, kitty. It sounds delicious. [yum yum emoticon].

anno's quite right, kitty I do love the sound of your cake. Cut us both a generous slice, please. I shall make a ginormous pot of tea. kitty your post made me ...a bad dream and a fasting and a prospective visit to Mum...you need to be made of stern stuff.

Mr soop has found a pot of gloss paint [lurking in the loft.] He tells me that, as the paint in NOT non-drip, I need to give the matter of painting the skirting boards serious thought. What on earth does that mean.

Drifting in with chocolates to share. Did someone mention tea and cake?

What he means soop is - sit down dear, I'll do it!

I've dredged the cake in icing sugar so it looks better than it did. I think I shoved it in the oven rather than placing it but I was rather harrassed.

Chocolates! Stop tempting me, Bags! I have just grated a kilo of Cheddar and put it in the freezer to keep temptation out of the way! Now off to lunch with friend whose husband is having a cataract op today.

Oh, do come in, bags...I thought that I could see the choc bar peeping from your pocket as you stood on the door step. Such things do not go unnoticed.
kitty the cake won't be around long enough for us to comment on it's appearance.
anno I love cheese of all types. Especially when mixed with beaten egg and mustard and grilled on nutty, crusty bread.

A man had just delivered a box. The address reads...Tarbert, Argyll. I'm about to investigate the content of said box. Back to share my discovery very shortly.

My first Boiling Broonie of the season coming right up. This one with cranberries, apricots and walnuts. Brought the butter dish in - even better with a slab of butter on top whilst it's still warm!