A message to the Gods of Warmth " come on guys this is supposed to be summer."
I bet you that any time now we are going to have a heatwave - but then again probably not.
I'm not quite sure what basking is anyway.
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Did you see the television programme on processed food and how bad for your health emulsifiers are?
At times I'm the king of processed food. I love crisps and unhealthy snacks and can eat them until the cows come home. And let's face it the cows aren't going to come home anytime soon - whatever that means.
I have tried for years to fall in love with fruit and veg but I just can't do it, although I do love Mediterranean salads and things cooked in Olive Oil.
Incidentally Olive Oyl's vital statistics are 19-19-19. Nobody talks about vital statistics anymore. They used to be the thing that gentlemen were interested in. Now the phrase refers to the ability to stay alive and keep breathing! Olive Oyls vital statistics came up in a quiz once. Just in case I have some younger readers who don't know who Olive is, she is Popeye's girlfriend whom Brutus is always trying to steal.
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On Monday night we had rather a hotch potch meal made up of things we had in the cupboard and fridge. It was the precursor of going to Lidl yesterday to stock up. I always talk nonsense when I go to Lidl with phrases like having a squiddle in the middle at Lidl. If I want to be posh I call it Liddell with the emphasis on the first two letters. If I want to be really posh I go to Waitrose.
Back to our hotch potch meal. The other threequarters is a wonderful cook (but don't tell her I said so). She can conjure up meals out of nothing and seemingly in a matter of minutes.
So we had a dish of tomatoes, mushrooms, potatoes done in some kind of sauce, watercress, carrots and parsnips and smoked salmon. It worked wonderfully as there were so many different tastes and it was a matter of mixing them on a fork with each mouthful tasting different and yes it was all healthy.
I must give up eating highly processed food but it's going to be jolly hard as sometimes you just need some comfort food.
Oh and we didn't make it to Lidl as the traffic that way was so heavy that we went to Morrisons instead.
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Where does my love and obsession for writing come from and why do I write?
The second of these questions is quite easy to answer but the first is not quite so simple.
I write because I adore expressing things via the written word. At times it's so much easier than speech. But above all I write for others.
I truly do. My three main writing projects each month are my daily blog, my Hethersett Herald e magazine and the church-based village Good News magazine. I never tire of doing any of them and can't envisage a time when I don't.
And as I write these things I am continually thinking about what you the reader will get from them.
If something I write makes me chuckle I hope it makes you chuckle too. If something I write makes me angry I hope it makes you angry too.
My aim is always to inform, to educate and to entertain (and not necessarily in that order). Only you know whether I succeed.
As to the first part of the question, that's a tough one. Where does my love of writing come from ? I wish I knew.
I recently watched the Who Do You Think You are genealogy programme featuring Andrew Lloyd Webber. He asked the same question. But he did find the answer when he found out that his 3x great grandfather was a musician and impresario.
I have tried to do the same thing but, to date, have found no evidence of any writers amongst my ancestors.
Certainly my parents and grandparents showed no interest in writing. As they say, the search goes on.
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Woke up with a start on Monday night. Had just got off to sleep when I was suddenly in a panic. Was this a terrible situation or something. No, I had forgotten to put the bin out.