Morrison's Walnut Dream Ice Cream,
is truely, quite sublime.
Of late, I scoop out a bowlful,
not just after dinner,
but at any old time.

To make this lusious sweet ice cream,
an even more tastier dish,
I pour on a capful of Bailey's,
to materialize my sweet tooth's wish.

Perfection is rarely found,
and I have to admit there's a flaw,
because after eating just one bowlfull,
I still get a hankering for more.

So if my praises for this ice cream,
have led you to Morrisons shop,
just remember that I did warn you,
that once tasted, it's impossible to stop.

Yes, I've written it after eating some in the middle of the day, and not even as a pudding. God it's delicious! You can really taste the cream in it. I'm well and truely hooked.......

Madam Broody is still sitting on her eggs with her tail feathers stuck in the air. They should have hatched by now, if they're going to hatch at all. I just wonder, if they don't hatch, how long she'll keep on sitting on them.

Bloody slugs! I planted some flowers out in the front garden, called Celosia, with feathery flowers and slugs have eaten one and chewed the leaves from some of the others. They just left a tatty stem.
The beer traps do work quite well, but I keep forgetting to save beer before Mr A's swigged it all.
I used to use slug pellets, but a friend gave me a talking to about the bad side of using them, and the effect on the natural world. He's a tad purist about organic stuff, but said enough to put me off and feel guilty about using them again.

Mr A has reseated the swing seat. Hurrah! I can now lounge and swing again. The seat had worn through, although the rest of it is in fine condition. He used a strong netting, and bound it on with washing line cord. It was a better idea than I had of sewing a cover to fit and dismantling the metalwork to put it on.
I've harvested the oregano and fennel, which are hanging in huge bunches over the Rayburn, so our front room smells divinely of the drying herbs.

Mr A and I went to his parents house on sunday to help erect an 'event' tent for their big do this weekend for his dad's 70th birthday party. A very large rectangular tent, put up in a strong wind was very tiring...should be plenty big enough for the 40 or so people coming.
Scarabella, my acappella group, and Mr A's 4 piece band will be providing the entertainment for the evening. It'll be good because his parents haven't heard him drumming before, well, not in a band anyway.
Mr A's dad has levelled out a bit of a field for cricket, but when tested with a tennis ball, it didn't achieve the result that was needed, that of a ball bouncing evenly and true. Mr A says that with a proper cricket ball it'll be ok, rather than a bouncy tennis ball. We'll see....

Been watching old t.v. shows on 4OD, 'Peep Show', and 'Spaced'. It's a great site, with loads of choice on what programmes to see. I caught up with 'Derren Brown', always watchable. I think he uses hypnosis, as he touches the participants on their shoulder's a lot, like a signal in order to get them to do what he wants. Imagine being his partner. Mmmmmm...

I saw a horror film last night on t.v. called 'The Grudge'. God, it was scary! I should have turned over and watched something else, but it was mesmerizing. Filmed by a Japanese director, it was a bit like 'The Ring', but more scarier! I don't normally watch horror films, I usually prefer other genres, but was enmeshed in this one before I knew it, and had to continue watching it, hoping it would get less scarier, but it got worse! So, a word of advice, if you have a nervous disposition - don't watch this film!

I went to my creative dance group yesterday. I've mentioned it before, a group of ladies of a certain age, unleashing their creative powers through the medium of dance.....
We are using the medium of fairy tales as a basis for the dance. There are 4 stories, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, The Mermaid and another one I don't know the name of, oh, and part of the Bluebeard story.
The way it's being done is called 'Buto', which means that we'll have 5 groups, dancing out scenes from the stories at the same time. Each corner of the floor is the spot where the story is acted out, so as we move to different places on the stage, we do the same action in that corner. Like Rapunzel's corner, whenever someone is there, they do a slow walk, covering their face with their hair, like a waterfall. Well, a waterfall for those who have long hair, the short haired ones have to be a bit more convincing....
At the end of the day, it's a bit of exercise, a bit of a laugh, and a bit of a get together.

Mr A posed an interesting question the other night.
'Why don't more birds fly south in the winter?'
He talked about seeing blue tits huddled in the cold during winter and wondered why they didn't fly south for warmth. I didn't know the answer, but I bet some clever clogs on this site would know the answer.
Guessing, I'd say that it's an inbred urge that passes down through the generations to fly south to warmer climes, and if their forebears didn't do it, then they aren't going to start now.

LAST NIGHT'S DINNER
Home grown Baby Courgettes, ditto Garlic, Green Pepper, and Tomatoes spiced up with Jalepeno Peppers
Lots of homegrown herbs, Oregano, Parsley, Fennel
Basmati Rice

...........and finally, Taaaa! Daaaaaaaa! Menu of the Day.

There's enough left over for me to have the same again tonight
Brown Rice, instead of White Basmati.
It takes longer to cook, but is tastier and has a chewy consistency.