Good morning all from a very frosty Glasgow, well I think it is. I can hear DH scraping the car in the rush to get his racing paper, just in case they sell out!.
He refuses to order one, he may change his mind!
Perverse is the word to describe him!
We had a lovely lunch at the golf club yesterday, (despite DH advising me on how to negotiate the narrow, very steep, single track road. ? )
We were the only people lunching!! However, there were a number of elderly non- golfers, sitting in the bar , drinking TEA and putting the world to rights.
I had a great time, eavesdropping, they were like a bunch of what we in Glasgow call, old sweetie wives
They had got to the part in the discussion, where they were anxious about their own mortality, discussing who was recently deceased, and wondered about the circumstances of the deaths.
DH was kicking me under the table, to keep me quiet, as I knew the answers to their queries, (being a local worthy, of course). I did keep quiet, but it was so difficult!! .
It set me wondering about the thread on GN about husbands and wives not talking to each other when they are out and about. (Is this a thread about a thread?)
Those gentlemen never shut up! .
They were very entertaining, without even realising it.
My medication (it could be any of the drugs) is making me very nauseous again, so it will be a quiet day for me. I was very sick, ? (too much info), when I got back from the golf lunch.
I have to admit to getting a teeny, weeny fed up with it.
I plan to make a gingerbread loaf with sultanas, as we are bound to have visitors today, who will eat us out of house and home.
Three times I have asked DH to get me black treacle in the RED tin, three times he has brought back Golden syrup in a GREEN tin.
Does anyone have recipes which will use up four tins of Golden syrup? (I already had one in the cupboard.
As always, thinking of Gilly and her husband, hoping for some better news and my thoughts are with people caught up in the terrible floods.