O.K. While not going overboard , I've done the mumpy bit and it's time to do something that involves less sighing ... so tiring ...
Given that Mrs. Laxmi Devi hasn't suddenly appeared outside my front door , rolling up her umbrella à la Mary Poppins , we've just been eating cottage pie or chicken fillets , slightly cheered by the last of the Dutch strawberries for pud. I've stoically eaten the last leaden Polenta Muffin and I've got Yotam Ottolenghi's "Plenty" out of the library to see if it can inspire me to cook something a bit more inspiring . I like his recipes ... so unjudgemental and very comforting . And I do like aubergines .
The trip to the library helped in another way , too . At last I'd managed to creep towards the end of "Incredibly Loud etc." and returned it , glad to have read it but in need of something more relaxing . And I found Kate Atkinson's "Life after Life" on the New Book shelves ( English books take a while to get up here ) . "Oh , " said the librarian , "you'll love it ! " , And I did .
I finally got a haircut that doesn't make me look like an elderly Milly Molly Mandy
But more Christopher Robin-ish , which is an improvement ... I think .
And today we visited a Care Farm
that Husband liked and seems happy to go to one day a week . Chickens and cows , loads of cats and a beautiful Friesian horse , not too many people and the freedom to help out or just to sit in the conservatory admiring the view . It's beautifully and imaginitively run by a couple who watched their small farm become steadily less viable , while looking for a friendly day care place for a relation , and decided to kill two birds with one stone . The prospect of feeding the calves and the presence of a pair of very fat pigs clinched the deal . He goes for a trial day next week . His clogs and Benny-from-Crossroads wooly hat are ready and waiting . I could see the farmer looking at them with approval .