Evening Kitchen Peeps ! What busyness since I last posted. First things first, many many thanks to all of you lovelies who posted concerning my dodgy (and Monday lunchtime excruciating! )ankle. So pleased to report that wearing my (veterinary) sticky and stretchy bandaging as strapping for said ankle, it allowed a very comfortable night, proper weight bearing and this evening I can report that it is almost normal!
You do make me laugh in this Kitchen. A bit like moi, you all issue advice of great sense and wiseness (is that even a word?), with gravity and concern - often with the odd threat- to ensure that when we suffer we get better a.s.a.p. Of course, we all know that Life is determined to get in between injury, pain, and recovery times! So do we ever take notice of our own wise counsel, I wonder?
I noticed corner was quick to admit to failing to follow her own very good advice. Nannytopsy not even going to comment on what you've been up to with that knee, but will just say that you are supposed to spend no longer than 20 minutes at any one time on a ladder. This is official Health & Safety advice so just you listen, girlie! Soop has told me not to scuttle! How charming....the image of a cockroach just loomed large!!!
I do promise that I will make great attempts to behave. Just the good wishes alone will be guaranteed to make a difference.
I've no intention of resting my feet on Hellogirl's sofa. After the incredible logistical and financial problems you have had giving birth to said sofa, HG, and now finding it has to be a permanent fixture and fitting in your home, I think it should be carefully maintained. No feet, being the rule. Maybe consider surrounding it with some posh rope between brass supports, like stately furnishings in a stately home. A regal sofa now, not a buggeration! I'm a bit concerned about your bending over a laptop, though. You'll end up with a Dowager's Hump (remember those?) or just a very bad back. How about considering working from your lap with a nice laptop bed table? There are ever so many different styles for sale and they don't just work in bed, they would work in a chair or on a table (if you have space to extend your feet under the table and pull it close enough so that your back doesn't suffer. At least it might give you the height you need?
Shame about the clothes, Maw. Hope it won't put you off making the odd wild move towards buying lovely new clothes. We do need 'stuff' to keep up our spirits. I can't remember when I last went into a clothes shop. I think it must be more than 18 months ago. I wish I could be bothered to glam' up a bit to put out the bins, or even walk to my postbox. I tend to favour, if not a painty shirt and 'disreputable' trousers (love that NannyT) comfortable clothes which need minimum ironing and which tumble dry a treat, at this present time! I have a friend who used to walk a great deal in The Lake District. She possesses a number of pairs of 'noisy' trousies - these are waterproof over trousers for inclement weather which, she says, make it sound as if she's being followed by a man in boots walking on gravel.
I did the classic mask washing exercise today which involves gathering together masks which DH leaves in a bag in a pocket, in the car, in the boot, in the garage, on a garden bench etc., And there's ALWAYS one which is found after I've washed the others. Drives me bonkers/more bonkers.
Love your little Oscar, Yiayia (not heard that name since we had a holiday home in Greece!) Sad he had a scare with his Mum's illness. Hopefully this anxious phase will pass very soon. Boiled fruit cake for me, please, Galen. Love the idea of your mini air fryer. We had a delivery this morning. What a fiasco! Post woman turned up and told me there was €31 to pay - half the cost of the purchase. Delivery was from the UK, by a company pretending to be in France, where we bought it from their website. I asked the Postie was she absolutely sure that I needed to pay this, was it due to Brexit? She said Douanes/Customs. Right, Brexit then. I said I doubted I had any cash (DH has a habit of 'allowing' me to carry our money and then gradually removing it from my purse note by note. Since I rarely shop or use cash now, I never spot this until it's too late. It's a shared joke but today I managed to find the money in my purse (hurrah!) to pay. Oh no, she said, checking her papers, I can't take cash, don't you have a cheque? Fortunately DH's car arrived and he dealt with it. She had no idea to whom the cheque should be written....we helpfully suggested her retirement fund, but we took the unilateral decision and opted for La Poste. So many papers, she ended up apologising for the confusion. Later my DH mailed the offending company and suggested they refund his €31 immediately and to be more honest with their website pricing. The money arrived in his bank half an hour later.
Better luck than you're having with BT, Mr and Mrs soop. Almost due for a battle cry of Send in The Grans, I think. We're all fed up with seeing the Kitchen Queen and her Consort disrespected.
Susan don't get overtired and be really careful on those scary drives, please. Dragonfly and Urms rather too much attention being given to norty cocktails, I think?
I'm away to my bed, the sound of collective snoring from 3 sleeping cats is working its magic on my eyelids.
Night night, sleep tight and rest and heal, everyone. Wednesday's another day.....even though it possibly might feel like the same one on endless repeat. Let's spend the time planning what we're going to get up to on our release. A lovely new garden for you, Syn?
TOYA and Hugs for you all from French France x
because that is our favourite meal. Tuck in and think of us. 
I shall be back with you again later this afternoon. Naturally you've all been far too busy. No way can I take a brief look at all the goings on. No siree! Whenever did our kitchen remain quiet for any length of time? I am delighted that still bother to visit and share whatever you feel like sharing. It's what we're about. 
. Truly not complaining, just trying to catch up. Mr C has an ECG tomorrow. Not sure the NHS can afford us! 
