Well, a day of mixed parts. Good news: the heating oil I ordered on Monday has been delivered and we got in at 70p/litre. Bad news - no sign of handyman to start on the greenhouse (foundations first) and I had to leave a message on his answerphone at home. I will call again tonight when he's home. He seemed reliable, and I would have appreciated the heads up that he wouldn't be here today.
My monthly magazine was in when I went to get the paper in Conti's. So I have sat down and enjoyed some of the Christmassy articles, although there is normally a proper Christmas mag at the end of November. Some nice antiques in there and lovely room settings.
This lovely magazine was a "care package" sent by my lovely Dorset friend Gay - we go back 50 years, first as penpals, then lifelong friends. She knows what is guaranteed to cheer me up. Some lovely baking recipes in here and when I am feeling up to standing in the kitchen for longer, I will try some out. By the time I had changed Keith's bed this morning and put the linen on to wash, I had to have a rest. Then I went to collect my prescription from the Surgery, and found out they had given me the wrong inhaler despite my saying it was the Fostair 200 I needed, which was taken in combination with the 100. So I have to go back again in the morning.
The view from the kitchen window of the beautiful beech trees changing colour. They look fabulous with the sun on them. I stood and looked at them whilst weighing ingredients for the first home-made loaf I've felt up to baking since getting Covid. It will be a Wheatgerm and Honey loaf (with oatbran substituted for the wheatgerm.) It's meant to be sprinkled with Sesame seeds, but having looked at the jar of Sesame seeds in the storecupboard, with no use by date on it, I am inclined to think it will have a sprinkling of oats instead and the Sesame seeds will be on the compost heap in the morning. Executive decision for my evening meal - it will be Cajun Dirty Rice - that will do me two meals at least. Keith will be wanting fish again.
Keith's CBD oil arrived today and he had his first tiny dose. It made him sleepy but he said his tremors feel better. We shall see how we go on.
My brain feels like it needs to do battles with the documents on Ancestry again, for the first time since late summer, so I am going to indulge myself. Hoping everyone is well and thank you for your comments, as ever. I shall get Nicola White Tideline Art up on Keith's new Amazon Fire Tablet. We both really enjoy her videos and would love to be mudlarks a) if we lived in London and b) if we were younger!! I will find him some other interesting bits on Youtube - infact, just realized we have Youtube on our smart tv, so we can both enjoy them together.
