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Some time last week, Bastard and Jolly Red-Beard were playing with my computer. To do this, they had to get to said computer. My desk feels naked, stripped of all the debris and piles of Stuff. Of course, now I have more than one place to put my mug, not just on the mousepad.
I still feel a little exposed sitting here. There isn't the comforting surrounds I've become accustomed to.
Anyway, today I destroyed the mint patch on the grounds that it had been at least three months since I last did that, and if it was going to rain again, I'd like there to be non-mint space left by the end of winter. An hour later, there is a patch of bare earth and hacked mint, and my nails are irretrievably dirt encrusted and broken.
Then Mum turned up. Instead of going straight to the Parental Abode to do stuff with her tax, we grabbed some items from my shed, and proceeded to a rental property she's tired of owning to do the last fussy things before the open inspection this afternoon. So now I'm grotty, exhausted, sore, and craving water like nobody's business. We then went to the Parental Abode, where I got picked up by Bastard, having deprived the Parental Units of tomatoes, sapote, mandarines, and lemons from their garden. Bastard and I went home, Bastard having promised to try making something yummy with the sapote if I helped.
While Bastard was having his afternoon nap, I stewed them with sherry, quince honey, and saffron. It's quite nice with yoghurt. Dinner also went on during this time - those tomatoes got quartered and thrown in a casserole dish with other veges and osso bucco from the freezer (defrosted). Tasty and gets to be left alone for a couple of hours.
I still feel a little exposed sitting here. There isn't the comforting surrounds I've become accustomed to.
Anyway, today I destroyed the mint patch on the grounds that it had been at least three months since I last did that, and if it was going to rain again, I'd like there to be non-mint space left by the end of winter. An hour later, there is a patch of bare earth and hacked mint, and my nails are irretrievably dirt encrusted and broken.
Then Mum turned up. Instead of going straight to the Parental Abode to do stuff with her tax, we grabbed some items from my shed, and proceeded to a rental property she's tired of owning to do the last fussy things before the open inspection this afternoon. So now I'm grotty, exhausted, sore, and craving water like nobody's business. We then went to the Parental Abode, where I got picked up by Bastard, having deprived the Parental Units of tomatoes, sapote, mandarines, and lemons from their garden. Bastard and I went home, Bastard having promised to try making something yummy with the sapote if I helped.
While Bastard was having his afternoon nap, I stewed them with sherry, quince honey, and saffron. It's quite nice with yoghurt. Dinner also went on during this time - those tomatoes got quartered and thrown in a casserole dish with other veges and osso bucco from the freezer (defrosted). Tasty and gets to be left alone for a couple of hours.
