Scamp was out all morning and I was left to my own devices.
More likely, I was left with my own devices. It meant I could read my Kindle, do Wordle and Spelling Bee when and if I wanted to. As it happened, I chose to tidy up the back bedroom after yesterday’s setup for Flickr Friday. I was quite pleased with the final result, but it did involve a lot of setting up and now today was tearing down day. Always a delight to tear down something that had been built, but was now just gathering dust.
It was round about there the desire for more clearing and organising came to a halt. Also, Scamp returned from her FitSteps class. We discussed options for what was left of the day and what was up for grabs for dinner. The former was already sorted as far as I was concerned. It was either banana on bread or cold meat on bread. The second option won, not because Scamp had chosen the banana piece, but because I wanted to test out the thermal strength of some Nduja paste we’d bought. ‘Nduja’, just in case you don’t know is a spreadable spicy pork sausage from Calabria in Italy. It varies in strength and this one wasn’t too hot. It went well with cooked ham and some pickled peppers (not necessarily the Pickled Peppers that Peter Piper Picked, though). With lunch done and dusted. What was for dinner?
We settled on pizza. Stuffed crust bake at home pizza. I was intending going out anyway to get some more critical tests done on the new lens, so continuing my walk down to the shops wasn’t a real hardship. On my return I Scamp was reading in the sunshine in the garden. I joined her with a bottle of beer and a rum ’n’ coke for Scamp. Read for a while and got the nudge from my watch to go and complete the final 250 steps in the hour. This I did and that gave me my first ‘8 active hours’ of the week.
Pizza turned out ok, but not really the meat ‘feast’ it promised. Sliced Pepperoni, little squares of Ham and reconstituted chicken is no my idea of a feast. I much prefer the Chicken and Bacon that we usually have. Iceland didn’t have any this time.
PoD was four little sparrows lined up on a fence while the fifth was having dinner from the bird feeder. They were very patient and arguments only erupted when one of them tried to jump the queue.
I’d been fascinated yesterday with the amount of gunge that had accumulated in the radiators, so this morning I thought I’d give the stairs a go with the new flexible brush. While I was destroying ancient spider webs in places where we didn’t even know we had places, I thought I heard a rustle from one of the unhitherto unaccessible void areas underneath the upstairs floor. I eventually teased it out and it turned out to be, not a fat bundle of tenners wrapped up with string, but an empty packet of Monster Munch. I immediately thought that one of my two regular readers might shine some light on the subject, but then I noticed the advert on the back for an offer that closed on the 31st March 1984. So you pair are in the clear, because we didn’t move to this house until 1986! Pity, I’d have liked it to have been a bundle of tenners tied up with string!
Tomorrow looks wet … all day wet. We’ll hope the weather fairies have got it wrong.