Capt SpaceBat

Christmas Day is almost over in the UK and it looks almost like I shall make it through unscathed - almost a first and almost certainly an unprecedented overuse of the word “almost.”

The same idea running round and round and round my head - “Please be quiet, Whistler, please!!!!!!!!!”  Ahhh - peace for a moment or several; hopefully for long enough to pen this entry. Bouncing around a bit less now, a few deep breaths, calm restored, almost …

Today has gone pretty well so far: made breakfast of eggs on asparagus with shaved funky cheese, all in a sauce of mine own devizing, then down to the allotment to harvest some Kale for tonight’s supper.  Allotment looking good and not too weed-infested; not too much work to get it ready for Spring.  Nothing lost, damaged or stolen, except possibly a potato plant dug up by a passing rabbit - they too must eat, so I cannot begrudge them their Yuletide larceny.

 

Whistler seems to be choking on an overdose of catnip - Madam has administered the feline equivalent of the Heimlich manoeuvre, so Rolf Harris will have to wait another day for his rendition of “Two little boys who just didn’t make it through the night.”

Where were we? GOK, as they say - feline chaos all around me.  Somehow I have to knock out 75,000 or so words in a few months.  This 100+ words a day on this site is proving helpful in getting into the swing of regular writing; but it is all rather done at snatched moments throughout the day.  As previously intimated, the year ahead looks like it’s going to be a busy - and fruitful - one, so getting into positive patterns of behaviour by then is a good idea, the only idea, in fact, although quite how does always seem a little beyond me.

Lunch - not the traditional Xmas Roast: Kidney bean curry and Methi rice - the joys of vegetarianism.  Still, the main “blow-out” as such will be this evening; something partridge-pheasantesque based upon Quorn, along with potatoes, mushrooms, Brussels sprouts, peas, gravy from a stock passed down through the generations and then a variation of my classic: “Sharon Muffins Surprise!” - no persimmons, nor muffins; a new concotion of flour, eggs, milk, fruits and various exotic spices.  Photo possibly tomorrow if it proves not to be explosive.

What else today?  Moved the fish (Norbert and Keith - 

) there might be a video there; it keeps screwing up and as such is not worth worrying about too much - I shall see later if I can get the wretched thing working) out of harm’s (i.e. Whistler’s) way.

The Flash insertion process seems to have wiped out the matchless prose that ran after it, so that will have to wait for another day. My dictum “Flash is evil” seems ever more apt.  I wonder if SWF files can be added as comments; I have managed to do so on the GardenLend blog, so not all hope is lost.  Thistles are starting to look jolly appetising. Well, at least there is someone feeling worse than me …

… reminds me, must check on the stick insects in the bathroom.  Toodle-pip!

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