When in doubt, cheese on toast. It’s always worked for me.
That was me yesterday
Sans cat…
The kedgeree was ok, & I will freeze the other half
The creamed spinach is the texture of thickish soup, & another great favourite is garlic soup, so I may set to & make some of that. I would like summat tasty, but CBA to make much
Carinthia.xx
Bad planning I call that, Carinthia.
If you lived closer, I’d invite myself around for garlic soup. Love it. 
Feel as if I have lived on cheese and bread or biscuits a fortnight. On reflection, I probably largely have. Urgh. No. Although generally cheese and I have to be prised apart with hefty crowbars and the like, not tonight (may I call you Josephine? Nah, thought not).
Aw, I’m sorry to hear that, Chatelaine.
Let’s liberate pitchers of something or other.
Shall we Share Slammers with FantaFish ?
A Truly Inspired mix of Estonian Vodka & Champagne
I’m ok, just full of hayfever misery with arthritic fingers to boot. It’s Feast or Famine here - I either cook ‘properly’ & freeze the rest or graze on whatever is in the 'fridge
When there’s no cheese, it’s time to go shopping…
Carinthia.xx
It is possible we were separated at birth… and the Ma says that had I been twins she would have left home. Hmmm, it’s all falling into place.
Commiserations on the horrible hay fever and hands, and Slainte with the slammers.
Gxxx
Slammers! What an excellent idea!
My dear friend has been allowed to go home today, so we are all crossing our fingers that he gets a good night’s sleep.
Oooh, a bit of slightly good news. More power to the crossed digits, and may he make a strong and rapid recovery.
I have had Candles lit for him & those who love him this afternoon & evening
I’ll move him down the Worry List abit tomorrow
Carinthia.xx
Thank you, Carinthia. Diana’s husband, in case you were wondering. The Innocuous Dave was a tad concerned.
Yerss
The Innocuous Dave gets more Candles than he will ever know about
No need to tell him
Carinthia.xx
None at all: he’ll notice for himself when outlying areas start to smoulder or scorch ; -)
My usual answer to that is breadandbutter, maybe with something on it, like Marmite or cheddar (or both).
Orf to me nest.
ooh, now there’s a thort: Birds’ Nest Soup! At the beginning, it might just feel a little as if a hot water bottle is getting out of hand ; -)
Sorry, what a very uncharitable response on my part to a poor tired birdie. 'Twas only in jest. Pop head under wing and do not trouble it with thoughts of yer bed becoming an ingredient. Tseepsie night.
If yer wants me old bedding yer welcome to it. I’ll even do you a good deal. (Lays claw along side of beak.)
chortly-night, sleep tight and quiet on the whole dawn chorus thing, there’s a good bird.
Ew…
Oh, I always turn up for the dawn chorus. At least that’s what me time-card says.
Sparrows aren’t that noisy though. It’s Jackdaws, Jays and Magpies that are the noisy little sids.