Well I’ve actually been cooking a lot of vegetable based dishes which have turned out much nicer than their meaty counterparts, I must remember to post about the coconut rice with fried sweet potato and salsa, the vegetable burrito with butternut, the stir fries and the fried aubergine in a chickpea flour and tumeric batter and the chickpea curry. Sadly I am too lazy to write out the recipes right now. Lazy and a bit off-kilter because mysteriously for the past three days running now I’ve woken up with the Emerald Hill Zone music from sonic the hedgehog stuck in my head, and it takes hours to shake it out.
“Can’t make the woman out at all, myself. Know what she said to me this morning? Asked me if I’d slept well, and when I told here that it beat me how anyone could sleep at all, with a dashed lot of cockerels crowing their heads off, she said that rural sounds exhilarate the spirit, and do something or other to languid nature!”
“Cowper,” said Kitty, in a depressed tone. “‘Restore the tone of languid nature.'”
“Well, it’s a bag of moonshine!” said Freddy. “What’s more, I always thought so! … It’s my belief, Kit, the woman’s touched in her upper works.”
“No, she is merely addicted to poetry,” explained Kitty.
“Well, that just shows you!” said Mr Standen, reasonably.
Oh Freddy! For you I’d give up my favourite most comfortable pair of pyjamas with the holes in and wear nothing but the most uncomfortably and beautifully tailored clothes forever. Continue reading
So if there is a God, I think that maybe He doesn’t want me to go to Peru. I’ve learnt some important lessons along the way though:
- Don’t imagine that just because you’ve been having an incredibly shit time that you deserve a holiday. The universe will soon disabuse you of this idea.
- Don’t lose your passport
- If it’s lost, don’t try and then get an emergency passport
- If you try getting the emergency passport, don’t forget to ring up before hand to ask what you need so you don’t have to spend ages queueing at the police station in the city before they tell you that you need to report it at your local police station Continue reading
Oh sorrow! Oh woe!! T’ have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:–
Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.
I like to imagine dogs howling mournfully at this point, and big black thunderclouds with lashings of rain.