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My Monday gig involves making tea and coffee. My customers (except one) prefer a beaker, or mug, as I would call it. This is just part of the eclectic assortment; and don't forget who has the bone china mugs, or the stoneware!
"Mugged off" is a fairly old English expression that means to treat someone like a fool (or badly). "Some melt tried to mug me off the other day, so I had to give him some schooling."
I love language!
On such a day as this, even the glowering mediaeval fortress and former prison looks benign. The 15th century gate house looks almost welcoming.
Funny how things bring back memories. While laying a field telephone line once, I had to join another reel. I stupidly stripped the insulation with my teeth, just as someone decided to try and make a call. That certainly made my fillings tingle.
My replacement coffee machine has bigger baskets than my old one. My old tamper has been rattling in the drawer for a while. What to do? I can't stand waste.
Meet my new garlic press 😅
The former main post office at Blackpool. It was sold to a developer who is supposed to be turning it into an hotel. It has stood like this for several years,
Henry VIII of England got this nickname because the silver content in the coins he issued was reduced towards the end of his reign, and the copper underneath would show through, particularly on the protruding nose of his portrait on the coins.
What is really surprising is to see his image on a window in a Roman Catholic church. This is possibly the only one.
Charlie Mcneilly takes awesome pictures of the Thames, and fences! This one is inspired by his work.
I like the textures made by neglect here.
The British General Post Office held the monopoly on telephone services for the whole country, except Hull, until 1969.
With fewer people having landlines than before, I wonder what is under here.
Seen on my walk from work. All these ceramics are made in a traditional pottery at Stoke-on-Trent,home of England's potteries. If you have some old British plates and wotnot, likely they were made in Stoke.
Seen on a wall in Blackpool
The butterfly is one of the symbols for ADHD. Like many people with ADHD, I wonder if she is wondering what she is meant to be doing next. It is often a feeling that is so overwhelming that one ends up doing nothing at all.
It was raining and the noise was oppressive. But it was interesting to watch the tree surgeons relentlessly feed this machine.
My friend Veronica suggested a crop for my previous picture, so here it is. In my Instagram days, square was the only format I ever used, and have since got out of the habit.
These cherry trees are about 100 years old, and full of character. This view lasts only a few days each year, and brightens my day when I see it.
Anyone can create a comment directly on my pictures, and I hope you will feel free to do so.
I can't remember seeing a picture of scrambled eggs recently, so here's brunch, this gray and rainy Saturday.
On my own wholemeal toast, and garnished with tomato that I've preserved in oil and a smash of garlic.
A drizzle of Worcestershire sauce and no tomato sauce needed. Bonza!
Scraping my memory of database design.
I think this could do with more fruit next time.
This is nice with a generous spread of butter and a cup of tea.
This is a relatively modern rotary egg beater. This one was bought in 1962 by a lovely lady who gave it to me today - she is downsizing her kitchen and thought I might like it. Truth is, I have been looking for one for ages!
This device was invented by Willis Johnson, an African-American, in 1884. Read more, here:
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red apple, carrot, 12 almonds, tsp cinnamon, a bit of water
full of fiber and vitamins and stuff
low calorie
breakfast of champs
This is not the prettiest thing I have shown you, but it is one of the tastiest. Slow-cooked overnight, I placed the vegetables as the bottom of the pot and the lamb at the top, and finished wit some sprigs of fresh rosemary.
Salt marsh lamb (l'agneau pré-salé) is in season from around July to November. It's special because the pasture where these sheep graze is covered by the tide twice a day; it doesn't make the meat taste salty, but the grasses and samphire on which they graze makes for a sweet, light and fragrant meat. There is noticeably less fat to this meat or remaining in the jus!
This lamb came from a farm on the Lune Estuary which is a short cycle ride from here.
Next time I will get a Lamb Henry (? I hear you say) and see if I can make a more attractive presentation!
A room without plants is a dead space to me. So getting this pelargonium to do anything other than keel over has been a great satisfaction. The flowers just appeared overnight.
Re-potting all my plants a fortnight ago seems to be what they all wanted. The echevaria has done so well it produced 6 pups, which are now in troughs.
I don't have a garden and window-boxes appear to be verboten, so this will have to do.