More November
Wednesday the 5th of November was Guy Fawkes night, but Dunc and I had accidently booked theatre tickets and we were off to see French and Saunders. Still on crutches I thought that I would not try and negotiate the underground, I am sure nobody would have stood up for me anyway... evey with crutches.
Mini - cabs were my friend
French and Saunders were very funny although courtesy to Vicar of Dibley I am much more of a French gal than Saunders. Saunders is... well.. let's just say... no one needs to see an old lady running around in a pink leotard pretending to be Madonna.
The fervid, fevered, frenzy that was my week at work finally ended. And my boss and my new physio Katie went for a quite beverage at the local wine bar. One quiet beverage turned into two slightly boisterous ones and then three that were a little rowdy :) Needless to say I was a little late to our fireworks party.
The boys decided as it was possibly the last guy fawkes night that we would 'ave in Ol' Blighty that we would celebrate with a little sparkle. They each put some money in and then bought some fireworks, then invited a whole heap of people round to launch them off the top of the building. It was cold and the roof top was probably a little smaller than was safe for such a fireworks display. Beer and yummy home made chilli (courtesy of Vic) warmed us up.
I was supposed to work the 8/9th of October, however due to my ankle I had swapped off during the week, so we had a lovely weekend.
On the 15th Dunc and I went back to Hereford. This time we took the Landcruiser with us. We stayed with Gilly, Julian, Izzy, Georgie, Imo and Charlie, who treated us to some wonderful hospitality in their beautiful farmhouse which dates back to the 1500s. It was a treat for the soul to spend some quality time in country england. In exchange for this experience we got down and dirty with Julian, or rather should I say with the Landcruiser. Under Julian's close supervision, we stripped and cleaned the front axle. Sound impressive.... i thought so.
Monday we spent the day assembling roof racks, attaching roof tents, eating roast lamb and playing with the children. Julian drove us to the train station on Monday night and we headed back to London feeling the weight of the city oppress us as we approached.
Duncan started his first week of his new job. He says he is enjoying it but he feels a little in the deep end.
Vic and Grant had headed to Portugal during the week so Dunc and I had a little time to ourselves. It was quite nice but also quite lonely with an empty house.
On Saturday Dunc and I went to the Borough markets, Sara and Sam were coming to dinner and we were going to be prepared. It was soooooooo cold, sunny but cold. Borough markets was predictably packed and with good reason, although when i found out that rhubarb was £8.60 (17AUD) a kilo!!!!! can you beleive it? But what is rhubarb and apple crumble without the rhubarb? (well actually it is apple crumble) but it is not as good. So we bought the rhubarb.
Once again Duncan excelled himself in the kitchen, I however have lost my baking mojo. Sure enough my crumble was delicious but the cake i made for lunch the next day not so good. I cooked it for longer than necessary and the insides were still uncooked.
I iced it and the next morning we took it to Hereford anyway (along with some 'rescue' ANZAC biscuits that cooked to the paper). We were going back to Herford to collect the Landcruiser. He was supposed to be ready around lunch time, however when we arrived we found Julian cursing under the bonnet and suggesting that we go inside for a coffee. So in we went, for coffee, for roast lunch, for uncooked cake, ANZAC biscuits (and the occasional bit of paper), and more coffee. Duncan went out to do manly things with Julian and Gilly and I relaxed in front of the fire with newspapers. Finally at 10:30pm the car was not finished but was as complete as it could get (waiting on parts) and we got in the car to drive back to London.
On Monday night Duncan and Belinda and I went to Le Trois Garcon a very flash French restaurant. Other than that little excitement in our lives it has been cold and dark and work is the same. (Although I did have another important meeting with important people that I had to wear my suit to)
And now I am off to bed.
Mini - cabs were my friend
French and Saunders were very funny although courtesy to Vicar of Dibley I am much more of a French gal than Saunders. Saunders is... well.. let's just say... no one needs to see an old lady running around in a pink leotard pretending to be Madonna.
The fervid, fevered, frenzy that was my week at work finally ended. And my boss and my new physio Katie went for a quite beverage at the local wine bar. One quiet beverage turned into two slightly boisterous ones and then three that were a little rowdy :) Needless to say I was a little late to our fireworks party.
The boys decided as it was possibly the last guy fawkes night that we would 'ave in Ol' Blighty that we would celebrate with a little sparkle. They each put some money in and then bought some fireworks, then invited a whole heap of people round to launch them off the top of the building. It was cold and the roof top was probably a little smaller than was safe for such a fireworks display. Beer and yummy home made chilli (courtesy of Vic) warmed us up.
I was supposed to work the 8/9th of October, however due to my ankle I had swapped off during the week, so we had a lovely weekend.
On the 15th Dunc and I went back to Hereford. This time we took the Landcruiser with us. We stayed with Gilly, Julian, Izzy, Georgie, Imo and Charlie, who treated us to some wonderful hospitality in their beautiful farmhouse which dates back to the 1500s. It was a treat for the soul to spend some quality time in country england. In exchange for this experience we got down and dirty with Julian, or rather should I say with the Landcruiser. Under Julian's close supervision, we stripped and cleaned the front axle. Sound impressive.... i thought so.
Monday we spent the day assembling roof racks, attaching roof tents, eating roast lamb and playing with the children. Julian drove us to the train station on Monday night and we headed back to London feeling the weight of the city oppress us as we approached.
Duncan started his first week of his new job. He says he is enjoying it but he feels a little in the deep end.
Vic and Grant had headed to Portugal during the week so Dunc and I had a little time to ourselves. It was quite nice but also quite lonely with an empty house.
On Saturday Dunc and I went to the Borough markets, Sara and Sam were coming to dinner and we were going to be prepared. It was soooooooo cold, sunny but cold. Borough markets was predictably packed and with good reason, although when i found out that rhubarb was £8.60 (17AUD) a kilo!!!!! can you beleive it? But what is rhubarb and apple crumble without the rhubarb? (well actually it is apple crumble) but it is not as good. So we bought the rhubarb.
Once again Duncan excelled himself in the kitchen, I however have lost my baking mojo. Sure enough my crumble was delicious but the cake i made for lunch the next day not so good. I cooked it for longer than necessary and the insides were still uncooked.
I iced it and the next morning we took it to Hereford anyway (along with some 'rescue' ANZAC biscuits that cooked to the paper). We were going back to Herford to collect the Landcruiser. He was supposed to be ready around lunch time, however when we arrived we found Julian cursing under the bonnet and suggesting that we go inside for a coffee. So in we went, for coffee, for roast lunch, for uncooked cake, ANZAC biscuits (and the occasional bit of paper), and more coffee. Duncan went out to do manly things with Julian and Gilly and I relaxed in front of the fire with newspapers. Finally at 10:30pm the car was not finished but was as complete as it could get (waiting on parts) and we got in the car to drive back to London.
On Monday night Duncan and Belinda and I went to Le Trois Garcon a very flash French restaurant. Other than that little excitement in our lives it has been cold and dark and work is the same. (Although I did have another important meeting with important people that I had to wear my suit to)
And now I am off to bed.
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