Pub Sunday lunch starts in an hour and a half. I might even leave my nest for that.
I fancy a nice ham salad, with a few chips on the side. How about you, Sparrow?
Soup and oatcakes here, assuming the oatcakes get made. Hasnāt happened for the past four hoursā¦
Iāve ordered something light and refreshing to drink with mine, a nice Slovene Riesling.
Actually today I think Iāll have some cheap pĆ¢tĆ© on bread, with a dash of freshly-ground pepper. (Piperine and terpenes lose their flavour to light and oxidation, so I never cook with pepper, but add it at the last moment.)
And the name didnāt warn you? Come Fri & Sat eves, many of the bars thereabouts are full of half-naked, noisy teenagers flaunting their wares. If my only consideration was cash, Iād open a club called Nipples. If I couldnāt get a licence, Iād call it Nibbles. But fortunately, my only consideration isnāt cash.
Mate of mine used to comment that one of the places in Woking ought to have parsley round the windows as it was so much of a meat market.
I am picky enough about my ales that there arenāt many pubs which can satisfy me in that regard, so Iām willing to put up with a fair bit to get the beer.
Aaaaand we now have oatcakes. So if your pate to bread ratio isnāt right, theyāre available for the last of the pate.
I was brought up 5-16 in Wokingham, 20 miles or so away (same Saxon tribe, as was Wokefield Park outside Reading). Bradshawās confuses the two, attributing the Woking town description to Wokingham. My teenaged pub drinking started at 14 in the Red Lion in the Market Place (Simonds then) and the Hope & Anchor in Station Road (Henley Brewery).
We were there for beer and conversation. In these unsubtle days the cynical publican might have to employ a barman called Willy and refer to the establishment as Will Eās. Or a barman called Richard, well you get the ideaā¦
Us older secs didnāt get a choice, our young accounts chap booked it. Very nice place though. Iād been before with a previous boss but he paid then!
Oh, a young bean counter! Our next-door neighbour tried to persuade the sun and air to drop his āfantasyā (she thought) of getting into film or TV and get āa nice, safe job in a bankā instead. Since then, the banks went bust and heās become an executive producer.
Iāve noticed some older bean counters break out, grow a beard (especially the men), drink Real Ale and take up Morris Dancing.
So, apropos of nowt, I have an ant incursion into my kitchen. This is a large area, with no obvious evidence of ingress. Apart from the doors, as used by us. āSprayā has been deployed (not by me) and my eyes are streaming - not in sympathy with the ruddy little ants. Am I a Bad Bee?
Soo xx
No. Theyāre little b@stards are ants & no matter how much, or nicely you ask they just plough on.
Ant powder. It sticks to their feet and they take it into their nests. A lot of it.
Loads in fact.
Yes, you probably are. And disloyal to boot. - wottever happened to Ant and Bee?
Yes, Armitage, but one has to know where the little boogers are making their entrance. Call me house-proud (should you wish to) but the idea of white powder all around the periphery of each and every room of my hive will not be a Good Look for the Vicarās visit.
Soo xx
Well, Gus, since you arsk, I am the fussier one of the unholy alliance (according to the books) and I not only expect a visitation from the Vicar and Wife, I must host two more announced ā¦Hang on - I have received an announcement from youā¦
Soo xx
A few years ago you could still buy the Good Stuff in France - sugar syrup with a decent poison, arsenic I think, mixed in. Alas, no more.
Meanwhile, as well as being in my keyboard and falling onto my desk apparently from the ceiling, the weevils have now got into the downstairs loo. Or at least, one had. I trod on itā¦
There were already silverfish in there sometimes, and I am starting to feel Got At. I shall go to bed and pray for no queen wasps under the duvet. which has happened to me twice but only one of them stung me. Three of those in the bathroom this year ought to be our full quota, wouldnāt you say?
I must away.
Good nights, all.
Soo xx
Normally watching them come & go should show you.
An alternative to powder is a spray. Not necessarily ant spray but any kitchen surface cleaner. Initially theyāll be irritated and make a retreat so keep your eyes open for what route they take
Alternatively ask one.