Good afternoon the new kitchen! Blimey, it’s moving along like the Epsom Derby in here.
We have just staggered back from a shopping trip to Chesterfield market, and it being Thursday we had to trundle around all the many bric a brac stalls as it is flea market day. I used to enjoy it - all that interesting stuff, and now it hate it, but DH doesn’t. I ended up buying two palette knives, painting for the use of (when I get around to actually doing any!), a(nother) rug making hook, and three pounds of new potatoes. Oh, and two packs of Derbyshire oatcakes. We didn’t even manage coffee and cake today as Himself is still struggling to eat properly, and I thought it incumbent on me to show solidarity .
Kitty your GS - I am smitten. Okay, that’s two young men I am smitten with now! The other is coming to stay this weekend while his daft parents do a twenty mile trail run in the Peak District on terrain I would struggle to stay upright walking on, let alone running. And I don’t think the weather is going to be kind to them. Whatever floats yer boat!
Corner beautiful photos - looks a fabulous place to take your camera! Perhaps we should start a Soop’s kitchen gallery!
NannyT be patient with the eye - DH’s took a while to heal, and he is still putting drops in four times a day, but it seems to be keeping things on an even keel.
N&G good to hear you are girding your loins again for the little boys this weekend! You know they keep you on your toes. Better keep Grampy off the footie pitch, his back having only just recovered - or tell them walking football only. You had better have your whistle handy! We were talking to the ref at GS’s last match and he said he wears out a whistle every time he referees walking football for the over sixties. They are not very well behaved and there’s not a lot of walking involved after the first five minutes!
Thankyou for all who wished my brother in law well. He is comparatively young at 61, and fit, and he will get the best of treatment in Brisbane, so we are hopeful. They were making plans to come home to Wales permanently soon - they miss their grandchildren - but that may go on a back burner now.
Well, I will have to go; there is an apple turnover with my name on it in the fridge and my solidarity has suddenly crumbled to dust!
To all I have failed to mention this time, TOYA.