I woke up early again, around 5.30 and listened, but there was no sound from the fireplace so I played Angry Birds for a while on my phone. The sound an hour later was from a desperate, rather than an angry bird. The Sage was still asleep, so I got up, moved the chest of drawers and uncovered the fireplace. The dove was flopped in the grate, but it fluttered strongly enough when I picked it up and flew away when I released it through the open window. I hope it found water quickly and has survived. I wasn't surprised; in my experience they do not leave the apparent safety of the fireplace unless you chivvy them.
Wink has arrived and brought pouring rain from the West Country with her. I have made three meat dishes for tomorrow and will do two vegetable ones in the morning. I have also made two of the three puddings. I am quite agitated, however, in case there is not enough food. This does not, you understand, indicate that there is not enough food, just that I am never entirely comfortable unless I have overcatered.
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7 comments:
Yes I did notice the tendency to err on the side of cascading mountains of quality fare. All very well in the pudding department but then one can never fully prepare for a Christopher turning up.
Whar Rog said.
I seem to remember a pudding-eating contest going on.
Don't tell Chris, today's menu includes warm chocolate brownies with chocolate sauce. And trifle.
Sugar-free jelly please.
I have also made two of the three puddings is clearly a quote from Holy Writ. I am too moved to respond. I may come back after I have filched one of my grandson's Petit Filous.
i do so wish i lived near you, sugar! what a delightful hostess you are! (and yes, i tend to err on the side of bounty as well!) xoxoxox
Guests are looking at Lowestoft china, so I've nipped in here.
Queen of puddings again, by the Sage's special request, brownies/chocolate sauce, trifle, with the alcohol in the cream rather than the base (a lemon syllabub topping) and the most adorable little strawberries. No sugar-free jelly, but plenty of cheese and biscuits.
There's leftovers, Savannah, you could have joined us!
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