Saturday 31 March 2012

NEW NEIGHBOURS




Busy does not come close to describing today,early breakfast, visitors and a huge amount of baking has kept me on the hop since about seven and yet somehow although I am tired I feel happy and relaxed;I have enjoyed the day.

Tomorrow we are hosting yet another birthday bash for on of the Kamikaze Dungeoneers so cake and cookies as well as a bottle of the house hooch will be provided. Lemon drizzle cake was requested and I made a pair to be sure that there will be sufficient for the ravening hoards. Until recently chocolate cake was the favourite andwas asked for at almost every party but it has been superseded by the luscious lemon drizzle cake and as it take much less time to make there are nit complaints from me.

Treacle oaties in large quantities were the next job six dozen to be exact,these are also a favourite with just about everyone and as I am expecting a few guests next week I filled all the tins. The afternoon found me making a list of all the ingredients I shall need when I do the catering for the fête,it will be a huge amount of cooking but thanks to my son and his wonderful friends who will be there to help I am really looking forward to it even though there will be at least ten for breakfast that day.

Pressing on with the cooing I made a marinade for the pork, prepared all the side dishes and then made a tabbouleh and some buckwheat pancakes after which I was more than ready for a breath of fresh air. Twiggy and I strolled down the orchard path and a sudden movement near the fig tree caught my eye, I was just in time to see a blue tit enter one of the new nest boxes with a very long bit of dry grass;for once I had the camera with me and as it left the box I managed to get a decent shot which made my day.

Watching these tiny birds lugging grass and other bits and pieces into the box was a treat for me, even more so because they had chosen to nest in the box I chose and which at the time cause much merriment as it is rather ornate. Painted white and green and with a large wooden dragonfly ornament on the front no one believed it would be used, those birds have a very fancy dwelling and I am glad they seem to like it so much.

By the time dinner was over and the dishes done I was so weary that I could barely climb the stairs and I thought that I would have to miss a nights blog, but a short rest and a cup of coffee set me up again and I wanted very much to share the photograph of the birds with you
as I have waffled on about the bird boxes so much.

So now I an off to have a bath and then it's bed for me and Twiggy. Enjoy your weekend what ever you are doing, keep safe, night night.

Friday 30 March 2012

OF MICE AND MEETINGS

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Friday morning and another gloriously sunny day, unfortunately I was destined to spend a great deal of it trapped indoors but the sounds and smells of a spring morning wafting through my bedroom window early this morning were delightful.

Bread making was first on the list and I made a batch of granary loaves and while they were rising we ate our breakfast of hot buttered crumpets and honey covered muffins. With an ISCAG meeting to attend we had to hurry our meal as before we left I had to clean the bathroom and clear the kitchen. Against all the odds we made it on time and in fact my son and I were the first to arrive.

Our meeting this month was an important one as it was the last meeting before our fête on the 29th April and their were jobs to delegate and stalls to allocate. My son and several of his gaming friends have offered to help out on the day moving furniture and manning stalls which will be a terrific help,a good barker is worth his weight in gold.

There will be bric-a-brac stalls, plants for sale a raffle, tombola, children,s games and lots of home made goodies which will be made by me. Blueberry muffins, Bakewell slices, shortbread, sausage rolls, quiches and lemon drizzle cakes were agreed upon along with anything else I can manage to make in the time. I rather hope to produce some pasta salads of various sorts and as we have a number of vegetarian visitors to the fete they will of course be catered for.
Since our last meeting things have hotted up and we are once again embroiled in a running battle with our local council and their contractors and this took up quite a lot of the meeting, for which we were joined by a member of another group also interested in the subjects under discussion, the more the merrier is our motto!

My son has produced a marvellous quiz sheet to be handed out to every child who comes to the fête, it has competitions for which there will be prizes,the committee was most impressed.

Every member of the group works so very hard and to a man they are dedicated to doing all they can to protect all the wildlife in our area, they are a wonderful group of people and I am proud to know them.

After what seemed like hours we left the pub and were once again out in the sun, the river was full of sparkles and swans ,geese, ducks and moorhens disported themselves along the shoreline. I made a quick trip to the the garden centre to pick up some plants and my poor son went home to do the vacuuming. On my return there was the steaming of the floors to be done and then one blissful glorious but all too brief half hour in my beloved orchard surrounded by birds,bees and butterflies.

Twiggy, our cat has always been a champion mouser and instances of small corpses decorating the steps, the chairs and the sofa upon which I have commented in the past. Finding her offering were not welcome she stopped bringing them indoors some time ago, today I discovered her secret mouse stash. Some time has elapsed since I used many of the tools in my shed and while searching for an Dutch hoe I found a large number of assorted mice in various stages of fossilisation and several quite fresh ones.

Madam was most seriously displeased when she observed me removing the pathetic little corpses to a more appropriate resting place,in other words I threw them over the wall in to the graveyard for the magpies and crows of which we have a great multitude. Imagine my chagrin when fifteen minutes later I returned to the shed to discover that Her Ladyship had retrieved her confiscated collection of rodents and returned them to my tool shed, defeated I went indoors to prepare dinner.

In spite of everything I have enjoyed today, I am so proud that my son has joined our group, of his own accord and his input is invaluable and much appreciated.

Past events have raise enough money to purchase bat detectors, moth traps ,trees to plant, 20 nest boxes and much more. Weather permitting we hope for a good turn out as we wish to purchase more bat boxes and bee house for our conservation area.

Keep your fingers crossed for us please.

Thursday 29 March 2012

WHAT PRICE A HOT PIE ?


While still half awake this morning I thought I heard the strangest thing, it was so far fetched that I did not actually believe it until half an hour later as I was sipping my coffee there it was again. Apparently VAT is now to be added to the price of a hot pie, but it is the term hot which is the cause of the trouble as the pie can only be considered hot if it is above the ambient temperature.

Now the shops which sell these delectable items serve their pie, sausage roll, cheese puffs etc. at 21oC so we now have a situation where if the ambient temperature is higher than the 21o serving temperature they there is no VAT to pay >However if you are rash enough to purchase your pie in the middle of winter when the ambient temperature is lower a charge of 20% VAT will be added to the cost of your pie.

Further more the time of day at which you purchase your pie may well make a difference to its cost. Make your purchase in the early morning and it is entirely possible even in the summer time that the temperature will be lower that 21Oc, by lunch time the price of the pie will have lowered by the afore mentioned amount.

So how is this ludicrous charge to be fairly added to your pie? Perhaps each pie shop could employ a person to stand in the street with a thermometer and let the shops staff know when the temperature rises enough to add on the VAT, certainly this will create a few much needed jobs . Alternatively we could all carry our own thermometer and argue the toss with the shop assistants every time we make a purchase.


Then again supposing that your shop was on the sunny side of the street and across the road another Pie shop was operating in the shade,the shady premises would be at a permanent disadvantage which does seem most unfair. Let us the move to the hot chickens sold in supermarkets which will also be covered by this new legislation. Ways to avoid the addition of Vat will be easily found just by turning down the heat in that part of the store as they do at the fresh neat or fish counter, an easy dodge.

Alternatively as my son suggested the pie shop could open a foundry next door.

Mr Cameron said that he had brought in this legislation to close a loop hole.....just the one? By this piece of total stupidity he has crocheted a mass of loop holes through which I have no doubt many will pass and my own thoughts on the matter are that if our Government has been reduced to such desperate measures to raise a few bucks then we must be a damn sight worse off that anyone thought.

If this scenario was put forward as a comedy sketch it would be considered too far fetched, such is life! Trying to explain this arrant nonsense to Pa during breakfast gave both my son and myself a headache and made us realise how crazy the idea really is.

SUGGESTIONS FOR WAYS TO RAISE TAXES

1 . Place a tax upon the purchase of Wellington boots and umbrellas on wet days. Especially for farmers and those who live in Wales.
2 .Charge pedestrians a footfall tax and fit us all with pedometers.
3 .Tax babies for being born by obliging them to take out a loan at birth similar to the student loan to be paid back when they become adults
4 .Tax the elderly if they have the audacity to live beyond the age of seventy and if they cannot pay sell their children and their grandchildren into slavery to pay off the debt.

I jest of course!

Wednesday 28 March 2012

STAFFORDSHIRE OATCAKES AND WHOLEMEAL SCONES



I have received requests for these recopies and so without further ado here they are.
STAFFORDSHIRE OATCAKES

8 oz plain flour white of wholemeal as you prefer
8 oz porridge oats1 sachet easy bake yeast
pinch of salt
1 oz lard for greasing
1 pint water approx
mix all the dry ingredients together then add the water and mix until all the big lumps have gone. I have noticed that different flours need more water , you are aiming to make a thickish batter that will spread on the griddle or in the pan.

Cover the mixture and leave to rise. When the mixture is well risen and frothy stir vigorously with a wooden spoon until the mixture sinks back in to the bowl.

Heat a heavy frying pan or griddle and grease very lightly with the lard, when the pan begins to smoke take a ladle full of the mixture and swirl in into the pans to make a round cake.
The mixture will begin to form bubbles and at this point lift one corner to see if is is beginning to brown. Once the underside is golden brown turn the oatcake over and cook until it is also brown then place on a wire rack to cool.
Repeat this process until all the batter is used.

These oatcakes freeze well so it is worth making double the mixture and freeing some for future use. Oatcakes are great served with bacon and eggs or grilled with a topping of cheese. You can stuff them with creamed mushrooms or simply pour honey over them
Incidentally I heard a few days ago that the last oatcake shop in the potteries has closed thus ending a centuries old tradition.

Oat cakes were one of the first uses of cooked grain thousands of years ago, back then a flat stone was heated for the purpose of cooking them. I have tried this and it works well if you make the batter a little thicker.

WHOLE meal SCONES
Heat oven to 240oC
8oz wholemeal flour
one and a half teaspoons of baking powder
2 oz butter
milk to mix
pinch of salt
2 oz Cheddar, red Leicester in fact any hard cheese
egg or milk to brush

Sift the flour and the baking powder in to a bowl and add the salt and cheese. Stir in the milk to form a firm dough. Knead very lightly then roll out to 1” thick. Take a 2” pastry cutter cut rounds and place them on a greased baking sheet. When you use the cutter do not twist it as you cut or the scones will not rise well.

Brush the tops with the egg or milk or if you prefer a little grate parmigiana and place in to the hot oven for about 10-12 minutes.
Scones should be cooked quickly in a very hot oven to get the best rise. Serve warm with butter.

Tuesday 27 March 2012

LEMON CURD THE EASY WAY


Nothing you can buy in the shops can come close to having the wonderfully fresh flavour of home made lemon curd. Sunday will see another birthday party at Avies and as lemon sponge has been requested and lemon curd will be required for the filling I set about the task today

Home Made Lemon Curd
6 eggs
6 oz butter
1 lb granulated sugar
Rind and juice of 4 lemons.

Whisk the eggs and put in to a basin with the butter and sugar,finely grated lemon rind and the juice. Place the bowl over a pan of boiling water and stir the mixture until it is thick and smooth. A tip here is that when you think it is thick enough give it another 2-3 minutes.
Remove from the heat and pour in to warned jars and cover.

Home made lemon curd will only keep for a month or so and should be kept refrigerated, you will not find this a problem I promise you as it tends not to be around long enough to go off.

If you wish you can halve the ingredients to make a smaller amount but I should add that it does make the perfect Easter gift for friends and family.

Try making a pasty flan case and fill it with some of the lemon curd, Lemon curd butterfly cakes are also lovely, my favourite is to fill a choux bun with fresh cream and lemon curd then dust with icing sugar,very naughty but gorgeous!

Lemon curd is really easy to make as long as you stir all the time and do not allow the bowl to touch the boiling water. Good luck, I hope you enjoy it.

Monday 26 March 2012

A NEW LOOK FOR SPRING


Yet another gloriously sunny morning greeted me when I awoke along with a cup of steaming hot coffee delivered by my son. While we chatted He commented that my room looked at odds with the spring morning and I was inclined to agree. Throughout the winter my room has been made snug with Terra Cotta curtains and spice coloured voiles lit with lamps for a cost effect add to this the Terra Cotta and cream patchwork quilt and brown throws and the overall look was on of winter quarters

Bread making came first followed by lemon pancakes for breakfast which was a merry meal as we planned our weeks activities after which I prepared some twice baked cheese soufflés for dinner. Back in my room and too tired for gardening I decided to give my room a change to some thing a little more spring like.

Now at this point I expect my son rather wished that he had kept his observations to himself as unable to remove the curtains myself I was obliged to ask him to lend a hand. Down cam the Terra Cotta curtains and the spice coloured voiles and up when the green velvet curtain, over twenty years old but looking very fresh as before I put them away last year I dyed them and I must say that they look as good as new. Next a pink tie up voile curtain was added and my son was free to return to his room and collapse!

Brow throws were changed for green and cream,the spice coloured candles and Terra Cotta ornaments were put away and replaced with cream candles,pink white and red roses and a basket of ivy ,the result was very pretty and spring like. I still have a few tweaks to do but for now it will do.

Of course now that I have done this it will probably snow a t Easter but I shall not care if it does. Ordinarily it is the custom to put up light weight curtains for the summer months , my summer curtains are as heavy as my winter ones for the good and simple reason that the rising sun would make my room to bright as it shines straight in at my window from the moment that dawn breaks. Should the weather turn cold again all will be well and I shall still have a cosy room.

Twiggy however is less than impressed, she has had a love affair with the winter curtains ever since I put them up last October ,they say that cats cannot see colours,I feel sure that they do.
With all the work done I hope that I shall be able to return to the garden tomorrow with a will, there are seeds to sow and potato bags to prepare,the grass needs edging and the sweet peas I planted last week need to be given a frame of twine to climb up as they grow.

Dinner was lovely , the soufflés with fried haloomi. Crisp panchetta ans a crisp green salad was perfect especially as we had new bread to eat with our meal. Now we are all ready for an early night and It will be fun to go to sleep in my newly furbished room. Tomorrow I shall bring n some sticky buds for the vases,a sure sign that spring is really hear at last.

Sunday 25 March 2012

MISSING THE MISSING HOUR !




Losing an hour always causes a degree of trouble in our household,as none of us every get enough sleep at the best of times. My son who is working the night shift this week arrived home exhausted, Pa could not be persuades to get out of bed and as for me,in spite all I love it. For me it heralds the real beginning of spring, an extra hour of light at this time of year means more time in the garden,time to sit and enjoy it all and to watch the change from birds to bats and butterflies to moths and flying beetles.

Evening is a time I have always loved, as a child in the north of England the extended twilight was almost magical as the world hung between day and night and the sky change every moment from pale blue to pink then purple and gold ,radiant red and at the last a blue of indescribable depth.
Here in the south twilight is much shorter and after living in the south for twenty years it still catches my by surprise when the light dwindles so quickly away.

Opening my bedroom window to all the glory of a spring morning sent my spirits soaring and I enjoyed a cup of coffee while the quiet of a Sunday morning lapped around me in gentle waves,until the bell ringers began their Sunday peel and very good it was. Pa was persuaded to leave his bed with the promise of a full English breakfast if he was quick about it, that did the trick and I kept my promise.

With the chores finished I headed for the garden to finish an important job. April the first brings with it a drought order,let us hope that it also brings the much sung of April Showers. Since I am unable to water with cans I am putting a 5” mulch of bark chippings on the front garden which is in the sun for most is the day, this will I hope spare the flowers the worst rigours of the draught and enable e t concentrate upon the vegetables as best I can.
Once again the sun was warm and all around the primroses glowed under the trees in the orchard.

All too soon it was time to prepared dinner,cottage pie with carrots and spring greens from the garden and I must say those greens were worth the considerable trouble they caused during the winter. Tonight is my sons' last shift and on Monday we begin our week off, how we are all longing for the time (soon we hope) when he will be able to give the bums a merry two fingered salutation and shake the dust of the place from his shoes! I only hope that he can keep his temper until it suits him to leave but this is by no means certain, they have traded upon his good will for far too long and that goes for the rest of the work force too.

Will anyone have a wager with me that David Miliband challenges brother Ed for the Labour leadership and quite soon. Incidentally were do those two boys get their hair done,?It appears to have been carved rather than cut giving them both a Pinocchio look which I find rather odd.

I hope you all enjoyed your weekend as much as I and I wish you all a happy goodnight.

Saturday 24 March 2012

PLANS FOR THE ORCHARD


My plans to grow more fruit and less vegetables is well under way and my new strawberry bed is now planted up and ready for a good harvest,if the weather permits. Salads will still feature and of course kale, squashes, leeks and an array of such easy growers as radish beetroot chard and spinach, all of which can be sown direct and require no pricking out or potting on.

Located on the wall side of the orchard is a large empty bed and it is my intention to plant such things as quince, green gage, egg plum and pear in the autumn and under sow with wild flowers, thus returning that part of the orchard to its original state. Who knows I may even plant a peach tree against the old wall.

Pottering about in the sun planting salad burnet and a few tears came then and I cried for quite a while , I think from shear relief. Gardening is all about planning and to be unable to plan makes a gardeners life impossible. Through out the winter I have been concerned my worsening condition would affect the garden but now with my new plans I am sure that all will be well. When ever any one comes to the garden for the first time they usually say”It;s Magical.” or “It;s like a dream.” . Today with the suns increasing warmth, the busy hum of numerous insects and the wonderful bird song I had to agree, there is something very special about the place. Perhaps it is because it has always been a garden of some kind or perhaps it is the ghosts of centuries of benign gardeners who poured their love in to the place.

Calm and peaceful always and rich in wild life it is a small piece of heaven and I love it with my whole heart.

Having done rather more gardening than I intended There was no Tim,e to make the cottage pie I had planned for dinner so Pa bless him treated us to a fish and chip supper which we all enjoyed, the perfect dinner really for a perfect day and foxy enjoyed his raw mince so every one was happy .

Now the light is fading and some where close by someone is burning apple logs and the sweet smokiness is drifting through my open window like the finest incense,the bees have left the garden to the moths and in the lane bats; the first I have seen this year are hunting them. Soon the owls will come to hunt the bats and the foxes will begin their nightly forage. Perhaps if I am lucky I might see a hedgehog later, some thing to look forward to if sleep evades me.

Thank the Gods for this happy day,and for setting me down in this lovely place.

Friday 23 March 2012

SPRING TIME AT AVIES




Every where I look the signs of spring are more evident each day,busy birds, their beaks full of dry grass of feathers whirr about the garden and others already busy with fledglings are busy finding food for hungry mouths.

All this industry makes me feel that I too should be preparing for the busy season and today with the sun shining and the smell of warm earth sweetening the air I set about doing just that. Today was a major baking day which meant that not only several loaves but also cakes and cookies needed to be made as the biscuit tins were empty!

Within a couple of hours five lovely loaves , two trays of wholemeal melting shortbread and two trays of Bakewell slice were cooling on the kitchen table and the clearing up began. While washing up the aftermath of all that baking I washed out several dozen jam jars and put another couple of dozen in a bucket to soak off the labels. I love it when the jars arrive with the labels already removed but all jars are welcome here and it does not take long to clean them up.

Down at the bottom of the orchard is the partial shade they love the gooseberry bushes are in full flower and are well attended by numerous bees, with luck the frost will hold off until the fruit has set and we shall soon have a good crop of gooseberries which make the first real jam of the year. Gooseberries should be picked green if the jam is to set well for as they get bigger and ripen into sweetness they lose their pectin and a sloppy jam is the result. Around a half of our gooseberries go to make gooseberry jam, the rest are frozen and later in the year they supply the pectin I need to set my strawberry jam so you see they are a valuable crop.

Canes and pots needed to be cleaned and tubs filled in order to give the compost time to settle so the the pots can be topped up. Seed potatoes are already chitting nicely in my window and will be planted out on Good Friday which the old wives tale tells us is the best day to do this. Here we grow our potatoes in bags as I find all that earthing up beyond me these days. Red Roosters are this years chosen crop a we all like this tasty all rounder.

Robin and his mate were my constant companions throughout the afternoon snatching worms and small bug disturbed by my activities and watching them confirmed the where abouts of their nest and the fact that they had young already. Over in the shelter belt a pair of kestrels are setting up home again, these lovely birds are voracious vole eaters but will take birds as large as a blackbird when the chance arises. Young kestrels are very noisy and our summer days are filled with their hungry squawkings and their squabbles when food arrives.

Here and there daisies sprinkle the grass and cowslips are peeping out from among the primroses now. The Fritilaria which I planted last years have survived the winter and are about to flower, these plants can be rather temperamental and often do now survive the first year yet if the right location can be found they spread like wild fire and are very beautiful indeed.

Parakeets are a feature here and in on old lime tree there are four separate nests at different heights and two wood pigeons nests , it's like a block of flats. Parakeets favour ho;e in trees and at each hole a bird stands guard while the other is off collecting food,they are such pretty birds and I am at a loss to know why people dislike them so.

Warm air bathed my skin as I pottered about the garden and my little cat in a state of high delight at finding herself with company did her usual lap of the orchard climbing every tree as she went before settling down on a sunny bench to watch me as I planted more strawberries and spread hen muck pellets about. High on the old orchard wall a dog fox also watched, enjoying a quiet hour with the sun on his fur, he is a fine fellow and we have known him since he was a tiny cub.

After all the baking this morning I made a fast meal for this evening, skewettes made from mini sausages bacon rolls mushrooms and cherry tomatoes, served with a tabbouleh fajitas and spicy tomato sauce. I did not want to go back indoors as the evening was so pleasant but of course after the weekend it will stay light for an extra hour....lovely.

One more good thing happened today, the owl box which the boys brought for me arrived and it is a really good one which my son will site for me next week, for now I wish you all a good night and a happy weekend.

Thursday 22 March 2012

DESPERATE TIMES, DESPERATE MEASURES !


Many people seem to feel that the budget was a bit of an anti-climax and to an extent I suppose that is true., as damp squibs go I would say that its one was even wetter than usual. Watered down promises seemed to be the main problem with the Chancellors measures and once again stay at home mums fared far worse that they were led to believe.
Women who remain in the home while their children are young are penalised when it comes to retirement pensions as their National Insurance contributions are less that the government requires. I believe with all my heart that the greater part of the trouble with today’s society is due to the fact that so many mums have to work.

Most do not do so out of choice, it is necessary while the cost of housing soars along with everything else. Children need to feel secure, they need guidance, they need love, and they need to fell that there is someone there for them at all times. Insisting that a woman returns to work when the child reaches the age of five is ridiculous, at a time when the child is going though a major change in its life and needs reassurance more than ever the mother is not there at the school gate.

Children do not reason as we do and may well come to the conclusion that they have done something wrong. Children at age eleven beginning their secondaty education are even more in need of the knowlegde that there is a parent at home in who they can confide. Not a parent who is tired out from a full days work and who has no time for the child because he or she still have the ironing to do, and the cooking and the cleaning. In order to maintain a close bond with a child thrust is vital and the child needs to feel that it come first with its mother at least.

Children learn from the parents only if the parents are there to teach them and , the child needs to be in a caring family environment where it can learn the rules of society before it goes out in to the world. Children want answers and if we do not give them those answers they will learn from other children and what they learn may not be good. Children need a sense of belonging, call it tribal instinct if you like and if we as parents do not provide this they will inevitably form groups, gangs what ever you want to call them and the rules inside these gangs are usually destructive to society as in order to belong the child must prove itself worthy in ways that are dangerous or illegal.

Women who stay at home, who give up their jobs in order to raise their offspring properly should be treated as heroins for that is what they are. They give themselves without stint twenty four hours a day for the welfare of the children, the family. These women should not be consigned to poverty in old age because they cared, Well adjusted children tend to cause less trouble that those who are not. Police, law courts and penal institutions all cost money and the effect of rampant gangs of young men and women roaming the streets in search of some new amusement can lead only one way.
I am one of those women, I do not regret my decision, there are many like me and for anyone who disagrees think of this. When you returned home from school as a child wasn’t it wonderful to get a cuddle from mum and to talk over the days events. Wasn’t it wonderful to sit down to a family dinner feeling that you were safe and secure.
If you did not have these things because your mum was out at work, wouldn't you have been much happier if she had been at home to do these things for you?

Looking on the funny side of the budget I bumped in to three old friends this afternoon hanging around disconsolately outside a small Asian grocers. These old chaps are cheerful as a rule and I asked if all was well. Budget blues was the problem, specifically the huge hike in the price of cigarettes. One of the old boys told me that they had been in the shop pricing hookah pipes and I quote “If the price of cigarettes goes up much more we might all just as well smoke hashish!” Were they joking? They were not!

Wednesday 21 March 2012

NATURE PARK VS MUNICIPAL PARK


Close to my home there is a small and rather lovely park, a river runs through it providing a home for moor hens, coots, ducks, kingfishers and numerous other species. Ancient ivy covered wall shelter this sweet little spot and many trees of great girth and considerable age grace the river banks.
Upon the wall there is a sign board which carries the legend “ Nature Park” and there as they say is the rub! Due to the overzealous attentions of our Council’s Contractors the nature park is rapidly being reduced to a municipal park. Ivy has been stripped from the walls and undergrowth ripped out, trees have been felled and every effort is being made to tidy the wild life in the park out of existence.

During the past few days so mush ivy has been removed that nest boxes placed in the park have been exposed, including an owl box. Such activity at this sensitive time of year has rendered these nesting sites useless to the birds which have been using them for years. Ivy which provides nest sites for wrens, and numerous other species and with is vital to butterflies and moths has been stripped back so ruthlessly that the damage to these creatures is incalculable.

London’s butterfly population has decreased by 80% during the last ten years and it is this type of insensitive maintenance which is largely to blame.

Our local Council asserts that they can exercise little control over the way in which the contractors carry out their work. Unbelievable as this may seem once Laings. have targeted a particular area experience has shown they are almost impossible to stop.

Almost, but not entirely. Over a two year period our group halted the destruction of wild life in an old graveyard near my . I will not say that it was easy but it showed that a determined group of people could, if they made enough noise, put a stop to the mindless destruction of our few remaining wild places.

While I am sure that we are all aware of the need for health and safety measures, many of these steps are being taken to simply make the areas easier to maintain in the future which will, of course reduce their costs and increase their profits and this must cease!

One final thing – it is against the law to disturb a nesting bird; if you see someone doing it – including anyone wearing official clothes – please contact the RSPB at once, taking photographs if possible.

Thanks,
Avie

Tuesday 20 March 2012

PIZZA FOR CHEATS


Since I would far rather spend time in my garden at this time of the years that loiter about in the kitchen constructing complex meals this recipe serves me very well for a mid week dinner,the variations are endless and the boys love it.
Cheats pizza
1 pack of ready rolled all butter puff pastry
half a tube of tomato purree
pinch of Italian seasoning
half a teaspoon of garlic salt
1 large mozzarella ball of 1 cup of grated mozzarella
6 small mush rooms
2 tomatoes
1 pack of ham
6 slices of panchetta
olive oil
pepper
Place the pastry on a large greased baking sheet and spread on the tomato purred.
Sprinkle with the garlic salt Italian seasoning and a good grating of black pepper then pile the other ingredients on the top leaving a gap of about an inch all round the edges. Drizzle a little oil on top and bake at 200oC in a preheated oven for 20-25 minutes.

Serve with a salad and a dish of olives, for q saltier taste add a few anchovies .

Having saved so much time I was able to prepare the ground for and plant out two dozen new strawberry plants. I must say that the kitchen garden is looking good in spite of the odd weather, kale OS plentiful and a superb crop of spring greens is almost ready to pick. Sorrel, red and white mustard and red sorrel are being used almost daily for salads and garnishes. Only there broad beans succumbed to the heavy frosts of last month, and the winter peas were eaten by slugs during the exceptionally mild November.

I began the day unconscionably early due to a blasted power out, much messing about was required to ascertain the cause and to take steps to ensure that my son, who thank the Gods arrived home late could have a hot bath and a pot of coffee.

Pa never recovered from the early start to the day and t three thirty I was waking him up for the umpteenth time, this played havoc with the state of my temper
Today our stairs were measured for the stair lift and with luck three months or so should see it installed. I do hope nothing happens to prevent this from happening as Pa is really looking forward to not having to struggle up the stairs .

Bad hair days are happening all to often these days, my hair is very long and as a rule I tie it back in a pull through tail. The problem is the fringe and sides which are short and inclined to curl, finding the time to mess with my hair is difficult and the recent wind and rain have taken liberties. I always say that my hair is the one thing that I cannot control with a firm voice,perhaps the time has come to get the regulation hair cut after all.

Monday 19 March 2012

GAWD HELP THE N.H.S. !

Today the infamous bill proposing swingeing changes to the NHS is to be put to the vote, having been kicked out of the House of Lords thrice and decried by almost every member of the medical profession I can only marvel at the persistence of the Government on attempting pt force this legislation through.

True the Liberal Democrats say that they will oppose it but it must be faced they have in the past lied in the most spectacular fashion and so can be given little credence. What of the Opposition you may well ask,I can take no hope from that quarter since the benighted Ed Miliband( what does that man use for brains?) is likely to support the government in the hope that it will make him look less left wing, after all he has as they say got previous!

I can claim some knowledge of these matters as Pa used to be an NHS administrator at a time when they were far fewer that there are today. Pa ran a large Geriatric hospital bad 28 clinics all over south Cheshire , I huge amount of work for one man. Apart from Pa there was a catering officer (all the food was prepared in house) a nursing officer(In charge of all nursing staff and a Party of cleaners and a groundsman who knew there jobs and got on with them.

Happy staff, contented patients and an extremely clean environment were the result of this regimen as every one had a responsibility for their
own area if it did not pass muster on a daily inspection heads rolled, this seldom happened. Pa's office was the size of a shoe box, the only visible luxury being a small drinks cabinet used when local dignitaries visited ., usually around election time.

Now all this has changed,the Admin floor at a hospital near to us has carpet so thick that it is almost possible to lose one shoes in the pile. Every where one looks there is expensive polished wood, doors, desks etc. Worse still is the fact that this work was carried out before either the ICU or the HCU unit was built.

While money was being spent on snazzy coffee shops impressive elevators and a huge atrium the wards were dirty and I mean very dirty, the nursing staff, many of whom were agency nurse were badly trained. I once had to show two young nurses how to flush a peg,(a stomach feeding tube) the sister had sent them to do this procedure someone I was visiting without first ascertaining if either of them knew what they were doing, it beggars belief!
Many wards had two sisters in charge on each shift with the result that much buck passing took place.

Patients had their bedding removed and then were left uncovered for hours as the clean laundry had not be sent and no one seemed to know what to do about it. I took a trip to A&E and helped myself to clean bedding for my friend, no one challenged me. Soiled bedding removed during the day was orten left over night in the patients room or on the bed side chair.

Patients such as my friend who were on liquid diet or special diet were consistently bough the same food as everyone else as the dietitian could not seen to communicate with the caterers.

While I was in hospital myself I watched a cleaner use the same mop to clean the corridor, the small food preparation area, my ward, the lavatory and even more disturbing an Isolation ward. When I challenged him he told me that he was supposed to have colour coded mops for each area,he had in fact been given only one as it saved the contractors money. I spoke to the sister in charge ans she told me that it was not her business to supervise the cleaners.
The hospital in question has a reputation for being one of the worst in the country, it has recently been complete;y rebuilt and although ionise a teaching hospital it has been greatly reduced in size.

Waiting rooms are so small that only half a dozen people an be housed in them at once, the extra space was used to build houses as this was part of the deal with private enterprise when the new hospital was built. It is now less efficient , one expects cancellations as a matter of course, people are discharged well before they are fit to be set home while at the same time there are to be cuts to the home nursing service!

Now let us return to the beginning, All of these changes were at one time of another trumpeted by successive Governments as Improvements to an out of date system. Seemingly cleanliness, decent food, trained staff and enough of the right facilities is old fashioned.

Contractors are in the business of making money be they cleaners or caterers, that is their bottom line. Waste is endemic, Two months ago I watched meals served on my ward and taken away completely untouched in almost every case. Things were so bad that the nurses were giving patients who needed to eat before taking medication glasses of milk to drink.
How ever little the polystyrene omelette I received for my lunch costed it was a total waste of money as it was inedible.

Improvements seldom are what they claim to be, they are simply cost cutting exercise foisted upon the poor tax payer with pretended concern for Government.

Let us have no more tinkering for Gods sake. Let us return to the days when wards were cleaned properly every day,No need then for expensive deep cleaning or the closing of contaminated wards.

How about edible food, with the ingredients used it must be possible;e to produce a meal which does not make the poor bugger who has to eat it gag! Bring back the matrons, give the ward sisters a reason to take charge. Stop employing expensive agency staff and employ more full time nurses, and above all, fire some of the administrators. I don’t meant the secretaries and the receptionists as gas recently been done at my local hospital and causing clinics to run on average two hours late!
Let us rid ourselves of the clip board brigade who haunt hospital corridors A&E and even our operating theatres.
Stop spending money on prestige projects Thick carpets and dodgy works of art and and remember what the point of a hospital actually is.

Sunday 18 March 2012

SEA FOOD PASTA, NOTHING LIKE MAMA USED TO MAKE !


Mothers day morning always begins for me with a telephone call to my own dear mother who is almost ninety,and may she live for ever. Long ago as a child I used to find a clump of primrose or snowdrop and plant it up in a pretty pot with soft bun moss to cover the soil and a ribbon if I could beg one from granny,if not I would plait together pieces of dead grass to tie around the pot instead.

Mothers day cards were always home made and much thought went in to them,they truly came from the heart. This year the card was a shop bought one but the verse was my own,I would give anything to be able to give her a hug but the distance between us in miles defeats my ability to travel. Between our hearts there is no distance, no distance at all.

Coffee made by my son and a card resplendent with his own portrait was exactly what I wanted and the gift of a silk kaftan in rich shades of red and as soft as a whisper,his other gift of a bee house already stands in the garden awaiting a tenant.
Pa,s gift was another silk kaftan but in green and so beautiful that it looks like something out of a fairy tail,I also received a set of pretty voiles for my bedroom window, exactly what I wanted and his card was lovely decoupage vase of flowers.

Breakfast this morning was toast and marmalade for me and cheese on toast for the boys, I seldom have marmalade so it was a treat to have some.
Once my son and his friends had left for their game I cleared the kitchen and then went to buy some new strawberry plants as some of my old ones look a little woody.

Planing a meal for tonight I decided on a sea food pasta dish as I love sea food and the boys love pasta, it is also quick to do

SEA FOOD PASTA

SERVES FOUR

4 pieces of white fish about 6 oz in weigh
1lb prawns fresh or frozen
1 medium, dressed crab or 2 tins of crab meat
8 anchovies
nam pla..fish sauce 1 tablespoon
rind of 1 lemon
1 tablespoon of wild garlic or garlic chives
salt
pepper
1 carton crème fresh
half a pint of milk
1 teaspoon of fresh marjoram
1 clove of garlic
1 large bag of fresh pasta, what ever sort you like.

Half fill a large pan with water add a pinch of salt and bring to the boil. Place the fish in a large frying pan with the milk, lemon rind and the garlic chives season lightly with salt and peer.
Remove the meat from the crab and grind the anchovies in a pestle with the marjoram.

Once the water is boiling add the pasta and cook according to the instructions,and poach the fish which should need about six minutes at the most. Quickly fry the prawns in a little of the butter and set aside.

Once the fish is cooked flake it in to the prawns retaining the milk . Put the milk into a sauce pan and bring to the boil, then begin to add the butter a little at time beating as you go. Remove from the heat and whisk in the crème fraich ground anchovies and marjoram.

Drain the pasta as soon as it is cooked then add the flaked fish and the prawns followed by the crab meat,then stir in the sauce.

Turn the mixture in to a large oven proof dish and sprinkle with a little parmigiana . Serve with a salad .
Instead of the parmigiana I like to use the sieved yolk of two hard boiled eggs in which case I add this eggs after the grilling has taken place.

Today has been lovely and comes at the end of a very pleasant week, all our plans are coming together at last and we hope that by the Autumn we shall have achieved our goals, my son included. In the mean time we have all of summer to look forward to with all the delights of fruit and flowers to pick and enjoy, with that happy thought I shall bid you good night.

Saturday 17 March 2012

WINTER RETURNS


back came winter with a vengeance and in came the cat soaking wet and in high dudgeon. Poor thing, having just become accustomed to warmth and sunshine she was loath to return to her more sedentary winter pursuits and had insisted upon being let out in to the garden.

Gazing out of my bedroom window just as it became light I resigned myself to a day in doors, at first without much enthusiasm but soon realising how tired I was I snuggled back under the covers for an hour or so, and fell asleep at once.

Weekends for us are often difficult as my son spends both days gaming and we never quite know when he will return, this makes choosing an evening meal rather tricky and explains why we never have a roast on Sunday. Last night for a few glorious moments it looked as if we just might have a normal Saturday. One of the group was unable to attend and another, who's mother had just left hospital thought he too might be unable to come.

Since their games often last for several weeks it is difficult to play with two missing players,for a moment I dared to hope, but it was not to be and I resigned myself to the usual Saturday scrum. My darling son must have picked up on my disappointment as he brought me breakfast in bed this morning and very good it was too. Dear boy, I would not have him cancel his games for all the world but I cannot help feeling that a normal weekend would be nice now and then.

Pa and I ate a light lunch of egg and cress sandwiches with salad sprouts and rocket, afterwards I made some French coffee and set about the baking. Feeling lazy I made some cherry shortcakes and some walnut ones as they are quick to do and while they cooked I polished up a set of antique skewettes which I picked up on e bay recently for a song. There arrival was the culmination of a two year search and although they are not exactly what I wanted they are close enough.

Skewettes of meat where a favourite dish in medieval times and in one of the first ever recipes books,written during the reign of Richard 11 by his chef ,I think,they feature as a favoured banquet dish. Because I enjoy cooking dishes from history and we often have these skewettes is will be nice to have some decorative ones to use at last.

Although the weather has taken a turn for the worse the past few days of warmth have encouraged the growth of quite a number of wild salad plants , sheep sorrel ,ramsons, dandelion and chickweed all of which go into our salad bowl and are eaten with the meat skewettes just as they would have been centuries ago. Soon there will be hawthorn leaves to add to the bowl as well as wild mustard, if you know where to look there is always something to eat.

Tonight I cooked bacon chops on the griddle with fresh baked jacket wedges and a rich tomato sauce, corn on the cob and grilled haloomi, a strange combination but in it something to please everyone, and as we ate we engaged in a lively debate upon the forthcoming budget
.
Speaking for myself I expect that no good can come of anything proposed by the awful George Osborne and my views on Danny Alexander and Nick Clegg are frankly unprintable.
What ever happens my poor son, being a financial editor will be worked hard next week as will his team of heroes, may a blessing lite upon them all.

Their hard work and dedication often in the face of overwhelming odds and more bullshit that any one should have to encounter , is the only reason my son remains even remotely sane., I salute them and say out right that it would not hurt their employers to acknowledge their enormous contribution to the companies welfare in these troubled times. The hope is a faint one!
Rain is still pattering against the window and the lane is full of puddles which reflect the light from the street lamps , inside all is cosy and snug. Twiggy is fast asleep on my bed and I shall soon be making hot chocolate for all, and then a movie, perhaps Ground Hog Day watched from my comfy bed, with any luck I shall be asleep long before the end credits role................Good night to all, sleep well.

Friday 16 March 2012

PROVIDENCE FAVOURS US AGAIN


Seemingly I celebrated too soon, my blog is AGAIN being used as a vehicle for advertising by the despicable pirates at “Blogger Index”. Pests such as these are indistinguishable from tape worms, warble flies and other unpleasant parasites and it is my fervent hope that those responsible fall prey to severe diarrhoea or haemorrhoids, hopefully both at the same time!

Good things do happen even so and this morning the nice gentleman from social services came to tell us that we would not after all have to contribute towards the cost of the stair lift and the walk in shower. Somewhere on their calculations there had been an error and now that it has been set right we shall not have to find around four hundred pounds which believe me comes as a considerable relief.

Pa almost cried with relief and so did I and when the man told us that the bathroom would be decorated after the work was done I was speechless, it is almost too good to be true. Even more amazing is the fact that they want to put in a downstairs lavatory in the under stairs pantry which is currently full of junk,this will mean so much less stair climbing for Pa and I so if it can be done it will be wonderful.

Several weeks ago a disaster with the washing machine ruined several pair of my trousers and for of my tops and as we were contemplating the expenditure on the bathroom and stair lift I did not feel inclined to spend money on clothes. With that treat lifted I decided to buy a pair of trousers and a couple of tops as I am rather short of clothes to wear at home while I am doing housework. Behold the supermarket had on the mast amazing sale I have ever seen and I picked up two pairs of trousers, three tops and a light weight Jersey for £12.30, they are much better quality than I would have purchased ordinarily and cost far less and I am so pleased.

When Pa's leg brace broke the other day it left several oily black patches on the carpet and these have until today proved impossible;e to shift. Desperate measures were called for and so I rubbed in some dry biological washing powder, left it for half an hour and then ran the steamer over it and to my amazement the stains disappeared, more good luck.

Take it all around this has been a remarkable day and we were very merry during dinner, Pa especially as the improvements will make his life so much easier and give him back a little independence, a great thing indeed. As for me it will mean more struggling up the stairs with loads of laundry, they will in future be sent up on the stair lift;and no longer shall I have to shuffle down stairs on my bum when my muscles go in to spasm of when my knee locks.

Needless to say that we are heartily grateful for all that is being done to help us, the people we are dealing with this time behave like professionals while retaining their compassion and I am happy to tell you they the chap who came to measure the bathroom this morning stayed for breakfast this time, I think that perhaps we have made a new friend, I hope so.

Thursday 15 March 2012

"BLOGGER INDEX" PIRATES VANQUISHED

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Victory for Avies Small World. By yesterday evening my blog had been taken down from the “Blogger Index” site. Having been informed that its removal could take some days I can only assume that they did not fancy several days of adverse publicity about themselves on their own site. Whatever the reason I am glad that my blog is no longer besmirched by a load of accursed advertising.

Today, what can I say,sunshine and gardening all the way. Pa's sweet peas are now planted out in containers and the canes up which they will grow are installed. Along the side of the orchard opposite the old wall there was a pathway edged by hazels and with wild roses ached across. Pots and canes have to be stored somewhere and this was my storage area, made attractive by the roses and budleia which grew there.

During the past couple of years I have been force to abandon this area as the estate kept on sending people down to hack at the rose arch and cut down the hazels,now that they have stopped their nonsense I can reclaim this lovely little pathway. Access for wheel barrows and a home for many odds and ends it is also the winter quarters of several hedgehogs and as the estate always chose to do its dirty work during the winter months this has had a catastrophic effect upon these cute little chaps.

Happily this year all is well , no unwanted estate workers appeared and our hedge hogs slept peacefully through the winter; their graceful snoring has given our little cat a good deal of amusement. Mild winters are great for slugs and there is unfortunately an abundance in the kitchen garden at the moment, our hedgehogs , awakened by the warmth of the past few days are busy reducing the slug population, bless their little hearts.

Today I reclaimed the pathway, retrained the wild roses to form an arch across the path and opened it up again. These roses are prolific fruiters and the rose hips are loved by our thrushes and blackbirds, we do all we can to encourage their growth and after all what is prettier than a wild rose on a summer morning?

While out buying seed potatoes I met one of our local councillors and we had a very interesting conversation, It was a timely meeting as I was able to invite her to out fête. She is a keen bird watcher and was concerned when I told her about the surveyors in the shelter belt. Having her on our side is a great coup and I can hardly believe my luck.
Nothing will be allowed to destroy the habitat of our kestrels, willow tit and lesser spotted woodpeckers, all rare and becoming more so by the day.

While I gardened my son spent the day writing and Pa , after a visit to hospital breakfasted upon bacon rolls and then pottered about feeding the birds he loves so much. When I watch him filling the feeders and cleaning out the dishes I marvel at his dedication as I know how much pain he is in and what it is costing him to do this job each day. It's partly why we love him so much.

Dinner tonight was north country special of potato fritters(They call then scallops in the south) and fried fish with salad .a lovely summery meal, I even cooked some king prawns as a garnish and of course lemon mayonnaise.

With the fading light our little cat had come hope and the small solar lights in the front garden are coming out like stars one by one. Soon the garden will be the domain of foxes badgers and hedgehogs, moths beetles and bats, and I if I am lucky will watch from my window, a privileged audience while the night creatures carry on their lives.

Wednesday 14 March 2012

AVIE RAMPANT


Never before have I published two blogs in a single day, the first was a broadside against the parasitic poltroons who have been using my blog on their web site for the purposes of advertising. They tell me that it will take several days to remove it and so as long as they continue to publish my blog on their poxy site the will have to carry my unpleasant but I believe justified remarks about the way they do business. May a red plague smite them all!

Back to today, to be frank nothing of any import has occurred. Breakfast was cooked by my son, and the usual chores carried out With every bone and muscle in my body protesting I decided to give gardening a miss today,a shame on such a lovely day but I did have the pleasure of enjoying the fresh air without the back ache for once.

Sitting quietly in the orchard I was able to observe that activities of our garden birds,a wonderful pass time and an instructive one. Within the space of an hour I knew the where abouts of several nests and watched the building of several more,it is so exciting to watch the birds collecting bits and pieces and they all use different materials.

Behind the old orchard wall in there grows a cedar tree of some age and great beauty,in this tree the long tailed tits have chosen nesting sites, they are gregarious little mortals and fly around in quite large flocks. Cobwebs are a favourite nesting and the use its stickiness to bind together soft dry moss to make a ball shaped nest which is a slight as a feather and secured to the tree with yet more cobwebs and is very strong in consequence.

Throughout the afternoon these pretty birds collected old cobwebs from inside my shed and from under the tangle of ivy on the orchard wall,this wall house a number of nest boxes and several teapots which are popular with some birds as nest sites.

Under the damson tree a carpet of primroses has opened during these last few days and early bees are taking full advantage of this rich source of pollen,my new bee house has not yet attracted ant homeless queen but I hope that it soon will.

Tawny owls also nest close by and I have recently found several owl pellets under the apple tree, in the evening during the summer I often see these owls sweep across the garden as they search for food. During the day the mice in this vicinity are the prey not only of our cat Twiggy but a pair of Kestrels who's nest I can see from my bedroom window.. Kestrels also take small birds and last year they made considerable inroads in to the number of successfully fledged starlings.

Twiggy has just decided to sit on my desk, what she really wants is for me to stop writing and to give her a cuddle, she has enjoyed being out of doors with me this afternoon and has come indoors to find me. On the catnip plants I put in last year will begin to show and them we shall have some fun. Fresh catnip is much more agreeable to madam that the dried sort and she really can get quite silly on the stuff. Having tried it I cannot say that I found it a t all stimulating so it is obviously a cat thing.

Help ! She has decided to sit on the keyboard, time to go, and remember eschew the “Blogger Index site” it sucks!

AVIES SMALL WORLD PIRATED BY BLOGGER INDEX

Today I discovered that my blog has been pirated by Blogger Index and has been used for the purpose of advertising, to say that I was angry does not come close , I was bloody incandescent. From the very beginning I decided against monetising my blog and am very careful about endorsing any product unless I have personally found it to be excellent, and I must stress that I do not receive any payment for doing so.

Advertising of this sort is against every thing I believe and those who read my blog regularly will know this. To any one, and I am afraid that there have been a few ,who have fallen foul of this plagiarised version I apologise as to read my comments while they are surrounded by advertisements makes me appear a complete hypocrite.
His morning I instructed “Blogger Index” to remove my blog from their site forthwith and I hope this will be done very soon.

I consider these people to be parasites,like ticks on a sheep or fleas on a cat, There actions are despicable and I assume that they do not ask the blog owners permission as they realise that this would almost certainly be denied.

My message to these people is simple, KEEP OUT OF AVIES SMALL WORLD!!!!!!!!

Tuesday 13 March 2012

THE SIEGE SEASON HAS BEGUN


Winter has been a welcome respite from the endless battles with local authorities and the estate on which we live. Thankfully it appears the those members of the estate staff who made our lives a misery last year have been suitably squashed at our last battle which I a great weight off my mind.

Mindful however of the help we received from friends and neighbours I have taken up the cudgels again on behalf of a nearby park which is currently receiving far too much attention of the wrong sort from the local authorities contractors;and as our fight to save our orchard and kitchen garden has resulted in my having many useful contacts, it seems sensible that I write the letters.

Members of the London Assembly have in the past been very helpful and it is to these members that have applied for assistance as our local council seems powerless to help,it is therefore kick up the backside time as the only time they move is with a large boots firmly applied to that anatomical location! Some how we must cure their reluctance to control the doings of their contractors before every scrap on ivy in the borough and every old tree has been removed.

If anyone out there has any suggestions I would receive them gladly.

Much rested after a good nights sleep we spent a pleasant morning over a lazy breakfast which was broken up all to soon by the arrival of our fortnightly grocery delivery which had to be stored away, the three of us made short work of the task and then my son to his writing Pa to his bird feeders and I to the garden to spread more mulch.

Lovely sunshine and a light breeze awaited me. Perfect e=weather for the job in hand as one can become very hot dragging bags of bark chip about and I managed to spread another five bags before my hip became too painful. Taking a small garden chair pt sit on I next cleaned the tubs in which I shall plant Pa's sweet peas this year. Every year for as long as I can remember I have grown these lovely scented flowers for him. Two plantings, one now and one in may will keep him in cut flowers for his room all summer long. Tomorrow I shall plant them out and add a fleece cover for a week or two while they acclimatise.

Dinner was easy tonight, Chicken and bacon pie for my son and I which I made today and for Pa who dislikes chicken oxtail stew which I made a few weeks ago for the freezer,I think that oxtail stew is his all time favourite meal so I see to it that he has it as often as possible

Weight loss is a problem for him and I need to ensure that he eats the right sort of food just to maintain his present weight and this can be tricky as he often has little appetite . Tonight he will eat, that I guarantee!

Friday morning will bring the man who is to fit our walk in shower, this will make such a difference to both Pa and myself as I fear that our arthritis can only get worse.
Spring is here and nothing can quell the up rush of spirits as the sun shine strengthens daily and leaves begin to ohs a delicate tracery of green. Last night A blackbird sang in our garden from 2 until 4 am,sometimes insomnia is a blessing, it certainly was last night.

Monday 12 March 2012

SALAD SPROUTS INDOORS AND OUT


Many years ago I was given a salad sprouter and every year I bring it out just after Christmas and sow several tyoes of seed in layers. Almost anything will work ,mustard and cress are the obvious ones of course but over the years I have produced our own bean sprouts ,pea shoots which are wonderfulat this time of uear when there is so little fresh food available. Radish, beetroot, alf alfa, Brussels sptout, cabbage and spinach are all suitable for this and you do not need to but a sprouter to grow them.

Find a large jam jar and cut out a piece of muslin to use as a cover. Sprinkle some of your chosen seed in the jar and half fill with tepid water secure the muslin with a rubber band and leave overnight to soak. Next morning empty out the water rinse the seed well and place in a dimly lit area. Each day half fill the jar with water and empty at once, this prevents the seed from becoming mouldy. I a few days the seed will have sprouted sufficiently to be used in salads or on a sandwich, the fresh taste is wonderful.

Leaving the seeds a little longer and in a well lit area will produce a sprout with a larger leaf and these look very pretty on a salad or as a garnish, they are expensive to buy ,when you can find them but cost so little to produce that it is well worth the little trouble it takes to grow them.

Within the next day or so I shall sow the first of the outdoor salad plants,radish seed is quite robust I find and the sharp taste and juicy crunch make all the difference to a spring salad.
Perpetual spinach is another stalwart, sown in March the first young leaves are a welcome addition to the salad bowl and the later leaves are tasty served as a green vegetable. Leisurely breakfasts are a feature of our off week and Eggs Florentine is a favourite when time allows. Fresh spinach is a must for this dish so I keep us well supplied.

Perpetual spinach is not truly perpetual at all but it is a biennial and tends not to bolt as do most other varueties. Over winter it will die back if there are hard frosts but as soon as the warm weather returns it sprouts again giving an early crop of tasty leaves that should last until the new sowing is ready for use.

Resolved to finish the front garden this week I mean to have at least an hour a day out side it the weather permits and then its on to the strawberry bed with needs a good weeding and plenty of chicken manure pellets before the crowns get too large. Should the strawberry crop ever fail I fear that I should have to flee the country, the boys monitor the stock of strawberry jam during the winter months alike an astronaut monitor the level of oxygen, I kid you not!

Once again the lovely Twiggy spent the day disporting herself about the gardens, chasing bumble bees was today's game;a hazardous occupation which if continued can I fear end only one way! Ow wonderful to drink tea in the garden for the first time this year,I am sure that it tastes quite different drunk out of doors and is more fragrant.

Dinner tonight was a quick meal consisting of twice baked cheese soufflé, fried haloumi
served with crisp panchetta, blackberry sauce a salad of sprouts and of course fresh crusty bread made this morning. Celebrating the beginning of our holiday week with a cheese meal has become a bit of a tradition, it is light and easy to digest when my son is tired from a week of nights.

Now he is taking a bath and soon he will be in bed with a hot drink and with any amount of good fortune so will I,it all depends upon Pa who does tend to dawdle in the evenings. Whatever happens nothing can spoil the first day of the holidays and with the whole week stretching away in front of me anything is possible.

Sunday 11 March 2012


Sunshine and fine spring air greeted my as I opened my window this morning, the garden looked a little forlorn with the dead stalks of last years plants amongst the new growth. My heart heard the call and as soon as breakfast was over out I went ready at last to do battle with the ravages of winter.

Surprised and concerned at how fast I became tired and with so little done I sat disconsolate for a few minutes wondering how I should ever manage,then I remembered some thing and hurried to the shed. First I took off my heavy gardening boots which made my legs feel tired just picking up my feet,then I rooted out a strange old fashioned gardening tool give to me many years ago and which I have never used.

Positioned at the end of a long handle a queer sort of fork with small sharp bent tines would I had been told make light work of weeding,I tried it out;it worked scarifying the ground and dislodging .cutting and grubbing up the weeds by their root. God bless dear old Dorothy who gave this wonderful of gadget to me when she gave us gardening at the age of ninety two.
I have inherited many tools from retired gardeners over the years and can honestly say that without them I should have had to give up some time ago.

Using the trolley bucket I managed to apply five bags of bark chip over the cleared ground , the effect was good and although I know that me weeding was not as thorough as I should like the thick layer of bark will inhibit their growth while allowing the plants to flourish. Should there be a hosepipe ban this summer the bark mulch will help pt retain what little moisture there is, my days of hauling a full two gallon watering can in each hand are gone for ever I fear.

Although I worked slowly a satisfactory amount of work was done and pleased with the result of my work I put away my tools and went indoors to prepare our evening meal.
Home made beef burgers served on soft buns with f=caramelised onions and a salad of pea shoots, sorrel and white mustard greens, it is amazing that already the garden can produce such a salad after the recent frost.

While we ate we made our plans for next week, mine of course involve more gardening if the weather permits,I know well that I shall ache all over in the morning, this is always the way after a winter spent largely indoors but with luck the aches and pains will lessen ans I become used to the work once more.

Twiggy was beside herself with delight at having me back in the garden again, she is and always will be a gardeners cat and company out of doors is her idea of a good time. Squeaks ans scuffles led my into the orchard to investigate and there I found that Twiggy was engaged in battle royal with a small rat inside one of my cloches, very much the the cabbages it sheltered. Before I could do anything there was an almighty screech as the rat gave yo the ghost and Twiggy ran off with her prize to the safety of her tree house ,what happened next is best not discussed.

My hopes for the garden this years are high in spite of my increasing infirmity, thankfully the ground has been well maintained and to be frank I never mind a few weeds, as a matter of fact I deliberately planted five so called weeds today.

Perhaps this year the gardens may not be so well kept but their owner will, hope be able to spend a little more time just sitting under the shady trees and enjoying it all.

Saturday 10 March 2012

THE ROBIN AND THE WREN


Robin and his mate have nested in the orchard as usual and early as it is I suspect that they already have a brood of young. When ever I appear out of doors I am besieged by the pair and I know exactly what they want from me as the hint they drop are so broad that they cannot be misunderstood. Leaning against the wall there is an old spade, one robin sits upon the handle while the other gets my attention by flying around my head like a satellite landing on my shoulder every now and then. This is robin code for “Find us some worms please”.

This behaviour is a regular occurrence with this pair and of course I always oblige by digging over a small patch of ground, moving some fallen leaves of lifting a pot or two. Once this is done the pair pounce upon anything that wriggles and fly straight for their nest,it can mean only one thing, within a couple of week there will once again be spotty youngsters taking their place amongst our ever increasing flock of wild birds.

Robins are territorial and will attack other robins who invade their ground,what is odd about our birds is that we have three pairs nesting within an area which would only support one pair and I have seen as many as five robins at a tome using the feeding stations in the small rear garden. Perhaps urban robins are changing their habits to suit the environment,who knows?

What an odd thing it is that the tiny wren, so timid that it is rarely seen makes so much noise.
Today listened to a male wren singing at the top of his voice,which was very loud indeed . Our orchard wall is home to a family of wrens very year and they are a delight to see and hear. Creatures of habit they like to bathe at least once a day, in the summer this takes place at around four in the afternoon.
First you hear the sound full throated and joyous, a cascade of tumbling notes sounding almost liquid,then the bird appears timid and yet quite prepared to see off any stray blue tit that failed to hear its warning call.

How this tiny bird loves water, wholeheartedly it immerses itself again and again fluttering its wings and sending droplets of water every where. Flying away just a short distance then wren next preens and arranges its feathers for a few moments and then fly s back to the water and begins all over again. Finally the little bird finds a safe spot and fluffs out its feathers to dry, its mate usual follows almost at once and when there are youngsters it is amusing to watch them al splashing about,

Unlike blue tits who form and orderly queue for their turn to bathe wren youngsters prefer to pile in for a good old splash, between them they k=make more mess than the blackbirds.

Soon we shall begin to feed live meal worms as these are of the greatest benefit to fledglings, and tomorrow I shall of course dig another patch of ground for my old friend Robbie and his hungry family.

Twiggy is on her best behaviour at this time and I am happy to say that it is four years or more since she killed a bird. Thomas our lovely tabby cat would sit in the orchard with fledglings hopping between his feet and on his head showing no aggression at all while the poor parent birds called frantically for their young to take care.

Many years ago we were given an injured little owl and having a young female cat we were of course concerned and took steps to keep them apart. Returning home pone evening we found the owls box empty and fearing the worst went to look for the cat. We found her curled up before the fire with the fluffy little owl tucked in with her in her own basket,. This unlikely friendship lasted and the cat would sit O the widow sill twitching her tail for the owl to jump on., of course she was careful not to get to many sharp tweaks but it taught the owl a little about hunting. While this may not seem ideal today the owl survived and retired to the wild breeding successfully for some years and would line up his offspring on the telephone wires like small soldiers on Parade.

How did I know it was our owl? Quite simply its fondness for cat food developed during its stay with us. Of course we gave it small rodents cut up and it did eat these grisly offerings but the moment our backs were turned it would head directly for the cats bowl .Years later it would still come to us if cat food was on offer. Oh by the way, we called him Scaramouche!

Friday 9 March 2012

IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED...............


After yesterdays catalogue of catastrophes I decided that I had better get back on the horse rather than run the risk of loosing my nerve ,and while I cannot in all conscience claim that the experiment was ans unqualified success I am glad that I had a go.

Friday is always a baking day for me and today bread was the first thing on the agenda, I made an omelette for Pa before I began as he had an appointment at the local hospital. Bread making went well...up to a point, the dough was kneaded,proved and in the oven,no problem so far but just as it first fifteen minutes had elapsed and the temperature needed reducing I received a panicky telephone call from my mother and I forgot all about it.

Only when the timer pinged did I remember and by then it was too late, I took the bread from the oven rather browner than usual and a tad more crusty. Annoying ,yes but still the bread would be OK. After switching of the phone to ensure some peace and quiet I baked two trays of Bakewell slices,these have proved very popular and thankfully the left the oven just as they should be.

Chocolate brownies. Why oh why did I decide that making chocolate brownie would be a good idea? Every thing should have been fine and yet when cooked they did not have the delectable squishiness that one expects from a brownie and were more like a rich chocolate cake. There is nothing wrong with them that a layer of fudge icing will not cure and tomorrow that is exactly what they will get.

In light of these further mishaps I am relieved that tonight the boys are treating me to night off cooking dinner and we at to have fish and chips instead. Who can say what kind of a hash I should make if I attempted to cook dinner in this frame of mind? Tiredness is such a nuisance and coupled with the many interruptions to my normal routine I seem to have become a little scatty!

Twiggy has taken up mousing again and has to be closely watched as she has a tenancy to contribute her kills to the household economy, three since yesterday evening and disposed of privily for fear of causing her offence! Last weeks gift remained at large in my bedroom for several day before madam caught and ate it on the bat mat.

I am glad that the week end is almost here,perhaps things will improve with a new week, I do hope so!

Thursday 8 March 2012

MURPHY'S REVENGE


Today had been, not to put too fine a point upon it a total bitch! Since stepping reluctantly out of bed this morning I have not put a foot right,from slipping on a piece of soap pt exploding light bulbs, you name it and today it happened.

So bad have things been that I becoming paranoid and expect that at any moment my net book will begin to smoke, acquire or virus, or that the television will give up the ghost.

Take it all around had I remained in bed this morning as every aching bone in my body begged me to do it would have been well! As it was I blundered through the day spreading mayhem and chaos where ever I went, fortunately no one was hurt.....much. Even the cat .poor dear chose this morning to throw up on the mat, and during breakfast too;I swear I shall never eat porridge again.

What is it I wonder that makes a day like today happen? Why is it that some days you just can not take a trick? The rule of “Sods Law” well know to all cannot be so arbitrary, there must be a higher intelligence at work; a kind of celestial game show host who decides who's turn it is to have a bloody awful day if so I should like a quiet word with the gentleman!

I have no intention of cataloguing the days catastrophes and have tried in vain to find something good to say about the day I have just lived through. Perhaps I should be satisfied that I survived the numerous accidents and mishaps but then there are still several hours of the day left.

Bruised battered and with the ruins of what should have been a lovely dinner put out for the local foxes I shall tempt fate no longer and after taking a bath, leaving the door ajar in case of accident I mean to go to bed as soon as possible in the faint hope the the remainder of the day will pass without incident. WISH ME LUCK!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday 7 March 2012

CHICKEN CLUB SPECIAL


Finding something different for dinner that is also quick to do on a busy day can be tricky, I think that we all tend to rely on our old favourites and before you know it everyone is tire of the same old dishes. Last week I decided to revive an dish from the seventies,the one and only chicken club sandwich.

CHICKEN CLUB SPECIAL

Any one who reads my blog regularly will know that I make my own bread but that is not at all necessary to make this tasty and speedy weekday meal. The amounts listed below are sufficient for two small children or one adult.


1 chicken breast either butterflied of cut in to 1”srtips
4 rashers of panchetta or streaky bacon
A good hand full of shredded iceberg lettuce
1 baguette or 1 large white roll
4 slices of tomato
4slices of cucumber
dried coriander, salt and pepper to season the oil
1 tablespoon of tomato ketchup
1 tablespoon of mayonnaise.
Slivers of cheddar cheese. I make these with a potato peeler!


Heat a griddle or a frying pan until very hot. Butterfly the chicken breast or cut into 1” strips, toss in a little seasoned oil and them place on the griddle moving regularly to prevent sticking.

Slice the baguette in to three layers longways and sett aside. Add the bacon to the griddle or use a second pan if the pan is too small. Assemble all the other ingredients , check that the chicken is cooked through and golden brown;this should take about eight minutes. Remove the chicken from the griddle along with the bacon and assemble the sandwich as follows.

Spread the mayonnaise on the bottom slice of the baguette and then add some shredded lettuce and the cucumber, pile the chicken on top Place the second layer on bread on top of the chicken and spread with the tomato ketchup . Pile on the shredded lettuce ,then the bacon followed by the slivers f cheese and lastly the tomato. Top with the remaining slice of baguette and secure with a couple of cocktail sticks.

Since every thing is on the sandwich there is no need for anything more. You can of course use thinly sliced steak of pork instead of the chicken ,I rather like replacing the meat with haloomi fire until golden brown and seasoned with a little garlic.

Poor old Pa was feeling very seedy this morning and did not get up for his breakfast until around one, which had the effect of making my day a trifle fraught;however the lie in did him good and during the afternoon he seemed a little better.

Wind and rain mad it a day to stay indoors for both myself and my little cat who having rather enjoyed the spell of dry weather spent the day staring morosely out of the window as the rain fell in sheets.

During the past few days my son has been almost as morose as the cat, I suspect foul play at that benighted work place of his, it really is time he told them where to get off;life is too short, to spend it playing straight man to a bunch of clowns and his health grows worse by the day;I shall stop here before I say ought amiss!

Only one visitor called today but an interesting one, he informed us that the Estate Manager and the Maintenance Manager who gave us such trouble last year have bee told in no uncertain terms to give us no more grief and the attend to any repair that we need a.s.a.p. I shall believe it on the day it happens but it would be nice if true.

Looking out over the orchard at dusk I observed that another of my cloches had broken free of it's moorings and was caught in the branches of the apple tree, this windy spell has proved expensive as only ;last week the mesh tunnel which protected my cabbages from the ravages of wood pigeons disappeared during a very windy night. On the plus side I have acquired a huge tarpaulin which I found blown into a corner of the orchard, as yet unclaimed, it is large enough to make bivouac for at least ten people should we ever have need!