Our freezers are chockablock with stuff I don’t want to eat, as an evening without cooking seems such a waste. Although, I did source tonight’s sauce from a freezer. Candles have been lit, all day, Dear.
It saves me from having to cook/think/mess about on difficult days, Soo. I only freeze things that I really like, & know that I will eat, but, as we know, like, & fancy, are 2 different things…
I saw an Photie on FaceAche earlier, of flatbreads made for the first time by an poster from elseboard.
Nope. The Bird has put down a strip of tarpaulin on the drive to make clearing a path to the steps easier when it does actually show up. Or snow up, as I first wrote.
This may be a way to ensure that our area remains snow-free, via the third law of Finagle.
Also of course O’Toole’s corollary: “The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum.”
The forecast this morning was for snow at 4pm and freezing by midnight. Just now it was for 6pm and not quite freezing overnight. We shall see; worst case I have a wet tarpaulin to dry.
I’ve been thinking, if you are surrounded by floods after heavy rain, are you rained up? (This is a perfect example of why I should stop thinking - it never leads anywhere useful and often gets me into trouble.)
That’s if you have to leave because there is water everywhere; if you are merely surrounded by water on a little hillock, though? There is a farm near here which gets flooded in whenever the Thames rises above a certain level: you can see it from the M40.