Sunday 30 June 2013

IN A JAM !





The trouble with jam making is that there is a fair chance that just when you need to be standing over a large pan of boiling fruit and sugar,the weather will be hot.
It is by no means a matter of choice,and although some fruits can be frozen I do not think it does anything for the flavour and besides,strawberries do not freeze well'

By this morning I had three five pounds of strawberries with more on the way, I bit the bullet hauled the maslin pan down from it's hook,hulled the strawberries and my ordeal began.

The oven was on to sterilise the jam jars and a kettle steamed away to scald the jar lids,this coupled with the boiling fruit made the kitchen unbearably hot,I put on wrist bands and a sweat band and,looking like an overweight tennis player I went back to work.

The resulting row of bright red jars was my reward,the price was a bad outbreak of prickly heat,I stood for ten minutes or more in a cold shower,until I felt numb the dried off by on open window.

Tomorrow I intend to do the minimum amount of cooking.......none!

My sons latest book is selling very well and beyond all expectations and he is now beginning to appear on a number of top sales sights,which all helps. With another book out in three weeks and a third on the way ,it has been a very successful launch.

My boy has worked hard,he deserves to do well.




Saturday 29 June 2013

THE MARBLES ARE ROLLING DOWN THE HILL





Today has been,strange,disquieting and downright annoying,today my memory turned in to a sieve and lots of important stuff fell out!

To begin with I miss read the clock and got up too early,then I forgot that it was Saturday and spent ages wondering what had happened to “ Judge Judy” which I watch on weekday mornings before I begin my day.

Breakfast was reasonably uneventful until I forgot what was needed from the shops,eventually we figured it our and made a list,by the time I reached the shops I realised that I had left the list behind,together with my mobile phone and I could not remember the three...yes only three items thereon.

I wandered around the shop like a lost soul,bought a few items and went home,it was only when I had unpacked the shopping that I remembered that coffee had be the important thing on the list.
Important, that is a gross understatement, it is a vital part of my life support system,I am an addict, do I care,not at all!

I hooked up the hose to water the runner beans and neglected to turn on the tap. I made four trays of shortbread then realised as I put them in the oven that I had used the wrong sugar(caster instead of icing) and the wrong quantity of flour. They came out perfectly even so...my thanks to the God responsible.

By dinner time I was practically gibbering! We decided on take away fish and chips,it did not seem safe to cook, to me that was a colossal relief.

Now as I write I have the distinct feeling that there is something I have forgotten to do, I expect I shall remember as I am about to fall asleep.

I heard a saying recently “I haven,t yet lost all my marbles but there is definitely a hole in the bag” Today I actually watched mine rolling down the hill!

Friday 28 June 2013

AVIE MAKES A MOVIE



It took a good deal longer than the actual movie to put the thing together and to get it to upload.
I pulled my hair about so much that I now sport a great set of Dreads! I hope you enjoy my first foray into the world of film,Cecil.B.deMille it ain't,but it does come from the heart.

Thursday 27 June 2013

THE LAUNCH OF THE BATTLECRUISER ALAMO

                                         



Well ahead of schedule and rather quietly my sons latest book was published yesterday evening,rather faster that any one expected so no champagne and no fireworks.
This is my sons first published work since becoming a full time writer and so far the auspices are good sales in the U.S.A are romping ahead of English sales by more than 4-1.

By the time we went to bed last nigh,rather later than usual it was obvious that the book selling well and so there was no fidgeting about watching the sales figures...thank the Gods.

Morning brought more good news as the sales figures during the night were more than healthy and by dinner tonight my son was happy to announce that sales had been higher than he had hoped Dinner was a very merry meal,as we toasted our son in elderflower cordial and ate our fried chicken,specially made as a treat for the author.

My son's next book is already with the beta readers and the verdict so far is favourable. These books are part of a series which will run to thirty six volumes. The book is called 'Battlecruiser Alamo: Price of Admiralty'.

I cannot say how happy I am for my son's sake ,he has worked so very hard for so long and to see him this happy is wonderful for Pa and I.
He is,he says ,taking the next few days off,I shall believe it when it happens, workaholic that he is I doubt he will last the day.

Now I haver finished bragging about my clever wonderful son shall break my rule of no advertising and tell you where and how the book can be obtained.




Now I intend to have a hot shower and go to bed with a good book.

Wednesday 26 June 2013

THE STING






I love bees,all sorts of bee and in the course of many years handling and observing them I have been stung only once,today I was stung for a second time.
I had been messing about in the garden ,planting Dianthus, watering ,tying in and so on when a sharp sting made me jump. A tiny bumble bee,one of the smallest varieties had got stuck between my boobs,panicked and stung ,as bees do when afraid.

Although seldom stung myself I have much experience in the treatment of bee stings on people and animals alike. We once owned a dog who loved to sleep under a huge gorse bush,bees adore gorse pollen and the poor old hound was always getting stung. You always knew he was hurting as he would howl like a banshee and do a couple of laps of the spinney before coming to one of us for comfort.

Yes over the years I have extracted bee venom sacks from some very odd places, today it was my turn. I could not see the sting positioned as it was,it was no use asking Pa as he could not hold the tweezers,my son was busy; I took up a magnifying glass and with the aid of a mirror and a bright cross ;light I removed the sting  with a stitch ripper,and applied a liberal squirt of anti histamine spray to prevent further swelling.

By dinner time I had taken on the appearance of a three boobed mutant,I was not amused, everyone else though the whole affair highly comic. I was even less amused,and the fact that no sympathy had been forthcoming at the time I was stung added insult to injury.

I can only wonder what it may look like by morning and have only one thing to say.........oh bum,!
Thank the Gods it refrained from stinging me there.


Tuesday 25 June 2013

OF CHICKS AND FLEDGLINGS





Today Pa and I were ask around to out next door neighbours house to see the new baby. We had of course been longing to take a peep at the little mortal but having seen the number of people tramping up and down the path,we decided to wait until the dust had settled a little.

We were amply rewarded for our patience by today,s invitation, and I must tell you that the new little boy is very beautiful,not a wrinkle or any of the odd skin colour often seen on new born,s,this little chap is perfect . I had been worried about our neighbour as I knew that she was having a bad time and she is such a slight dainty young woman. Four days in labour is an ordeal, and the girl was already exhausted before she went in to labour.

Still,it's all over now and she has her prize, the look on her face told me that she felt it was worth all the pain....it always is. We all had a good cry and then we left so as not to disrupt things, getting a new born in to a routine is difficult even without hoards of visitors tramping about ones house.

She is lucky in that her mother has come over from The States to help out in the first weeks,now that's the person a new mum really does need and this new made Granny looks as proud a Punch.

It is the time of year for new life and the garden and orchard are full of fledgling birds,from spotty young robins to robust young |Woodpeckers and huge families of Blue tits.
Some birds are already well on the way with their second brood ,so soon there will be even more chicks in the garden.

The bird tables are well patronised too,today the Nuthatch parents brought their young to the table and my pretty doves appeared with a well grown youngster in the evening.
New life is everywhere ,competing for food, the young kestrels, although not yet fledged are eating voraciously and we see the parent birds hovering over the field constantly,searching for mice and voles,and of course newly fledged birds who,in their search for food know no fear.

Soon the bustle of the breeding season will be over and the birds will enter their annual moult,during which time they do not sing. I shall miss the glory of the dawn chorus but the machine gun rattle of the young Magpies I shall not miss. They begin at first light and continue to importune their unfortunate parents until dark,with these rowdy young chavs under ones window sleep is out of the question.

Even so I love this exiting time of year and as I told my neighbour May born children are always lucky,I should know I was born in May and I must be one of the luckiest people in the world.

Monday 24 June 2013

HOME SICK.






That I can feel home sick after all these years never cease to amaze me. I have a life here,friends,some family but,when ever I think or speak of home I am thinking of the place where I grew up,my mother,still going strong, my father long gone and much missed ,my two lovely brothers and a host of old friends from childhood days.

I spoke on the telephone today, to my mother,and the old longing for home began to bite once again.
I long to see her but am faced with the impossibility of travel by train or by coach for myself or Pa,neither of us could manage the journey and I cannot leave Pa alone .

I worry about mum, she is getting older and more frail,I should be there to look after her, but oh most of all I want so much just to hug her ,for a few moments that my heart aches .I try not to be self indulgent but it is a feeling which I find more difficult to master as time goes by.

What cannot be cured must be endured,I was taught at school and of course it is only too true,yet I find the endurance of this longing too great to be borne at times like this.

I shall write no more today as I have no wish to inflict my current mood upon you poor readers.

When I began this long series of blogs I said that I should be truthful about each day...today this is the truth,. Sorry guys.

Sunday 23 June 2013

THERE'S SOMETHING NASTY IN THE CASTLE YARD




                                            THERE'S SOMETHING NASTY IN THE CASTLE YARD !
The rhyme goes on to say.    WE KNOW WHERE IT IS,AND WHO DID IT.
                                            BUT FOR GODS SAKE TELL US WHERE IT IS!

We had one of those moments recently, the day after Pa had his eventful trip to Guy's to be precise.
I stood in the kitchen on Thursday morning ,sniffing the air like a fox, there was a definite whiff of something unpleasant.

I checked the cat litter tray...unused. The bins were empty, I checked the fridge,all clear.
I continued to sniff until my son arrived and announced. “What's that pong?”
I confessed my self baffled and we continued to search around,we found nothing. I opened the door and all the windows and this cleared the fug......temporarily!

Pa spent the day in bed which meant I was extra busy, my son was pushing a writing deadline and so it was evening before the subject of “The Pong” was raised again.

While preparing dinner with the doors closed I noticed once again the nasty niff and it was worse than ever,what the devil could it be?
We ate dinner with the door open and cleared the kitchen after which I conducted another search.....to no avail.

We were very late getting to bed by the time we had settled Pa down for the night, I sprayed the room with a whiff neutraliser,closed the door and hoped for the best. Perhaps it was the drains playing up again?

Came the dawn and by now the kitchen smelled really funky,with a tea towel clasped to my nose I opened the door and windows again and hunted about in earnest for the cause of the stench.
I have recently changed things a round in the kitchen having succumbed to a fit of the fidgets and while doing so had placed the bowl in which we keep the scraps for Foxy tucked out of sight.

I was unaware that later Pa had placed scraps of lamb left over from Monday dinner in the dish and placed over the top a clean dish cloth. He forgot to take out the scraps on Monday night and added a few bits to them on Tuesday...then forgot to take them out again and by Wednesday night he had forgotten their very existence.

Upon reaching for the clean dish cloth I unwittingly discovered the source of the by now truly dreadful pong which was not so much a hum as a raucous chorus. I removed the offending dish to the outside bin and by the evening the kitchen has ceased to smell like a charnel house.

By today it was impossible to detect anything unpleasant upon the air thanks be to the Gods as we had a guest for breakfast and the Kamikaze Dungeoneers round for the afternoon.

I have relieve Pa from the duty of putting out the scraps,hence forth I shall do it myself.....supposing he had not thought to cover the dish....suppose it had been fish...it does not bear thinking about.


Saturday 22 June 2013

PUTTING A LITTLE EXTRA IN THE KITTY !






From time to time we are obliged to apply flea drops to our cats. They share the garden with foxes badgers mice and hedgehogs who,although very cute are without a doubt the most verminous little urchins on the planet!
By the same token we also “treat” our cats to a quaterly dose of worming medicine as a precautionary measure as they pick up these nasty little parasites from the same animals already mentioned.

Flea drops are comparatively easy to apply although Twiggy,who dislikes the stuff had wised up to my monthly blandishments and now I have to wait until she is soundly asleep then quickly squeeze the contents of the small tube between her shoulder blades. Usually she wakes at once and gives me a look which says “Judas!”.

Moth is, for the time being much easier to fool ,I wonder how long that will last?

Worming is a different kettle of fish entirely as neither of the cats is keen to swallow any kind of pill. I have tried secreting them in small portions of cat food but they are too smart for such a cheap trick. Pushing the pill down the cats throat between it's firmly clenched teeth while it's back legs are taking the skin of your arms is out of the question.

Both cats adore cheese,strong cheddar or Gruyère for preference and I find that if I can push a pill onto the cheese without any of the flavour of the pill contaminating the outside of the cheese ball that the cats will chew this up and swallow it unawares.

Altogether it can be a frustrating business but it is worth the trouble as a bad infestation of fleas,or worms for that matter can be the very devil to get rid of. Well thank the Gods it's over for another month, this time I escaped without injury....the age of miracles is not passed!




Friday 21 June 2013

RAGGED,TAGGED,BAGGED AND TIRED TO DEATH !





It all happened today folks, mountains of work,casual callers two shopping trips....don't ask, not to mention cat fights,and midge bites!

To make matters worse we all overslept and not one of us woke before 10.30, disgraceful, I felt as if I had been asleep for weeks and could not keep my eyes open. Of course the result of this was that we spent the entire day playing catch up and failing dismally, and there was so much to do.

Pa's room, a bomb site at the best of times was the worse for
Pa having spent a day and a half in bed,it looked exactly as if someone had thrown in a hand grenade and then quickly shut the door...ghastly!

I took us ages, and much dark muttering to sort it all out, beneath a pile of (stuff) which I had been told not to touch, I discovered a number of Pa's gifts from last Christmas, a nice surprise for Pa to be sure but it made me very cross.

Just as we thought we were winning another caller,one of the kind that you cannot turn away because you like them too much arrived....and stayed......for ages..............!

When he finally left it was all hands to the pumps,every man for himself and cats and kittens first, my son and I failed around the house doing several tasks at once and getting in a muddle but at last all was done.

I cooked and dished up tabbouleh,kebabs and wraps with salad and stuffed roast peppers and this was followed by lots of fresh fruit., by the time we began to wash up I was desperately tired.

Now with the work finished the house looks lovely and it was worth all the trouble,all the same this week has been fraught to say the least and I for one shall be jolly glad to see the back of it!


Here's wishing you all a great weekend.....now I'm off to get a shower.

Thursday 20 June 2013

SHE'S BACK




It is with enormous relief that I tell you that Moth our missing cat returned late last night,it was not the end of our troubles but at home,for which relief much thanks.

Judging by Twiggys behaviour after Moths return we think it likely that it was she who had been preventing Moth from returning to the house, for after Moth managed to get in through a window,Twiggy spent the next couple of hours preventing her from going upstairs ;where she now resides.

Twiggy's behaviour was so very odd that at first I was quite at a loss to understand,then suddenly the penny dropped. Pa is the one who always gives her breakfast every day, yesterday he was in a hurry and forgot, he also forgot to mention the fact to me.
Poor Twiggy, by the afternoon she was starving and only appeared once to munch a few of Moths crunchies from her bowl upstairs before disappearing for hours.


By the time pa returned,black and blue from his three falls, and exhausted from the journey I was far too concerned about him to notice anything else. Pa was wobbly and more than little vague which is always a worry.

Only when Pa was safely in bed did it dawn on me what was wrong with Twiggy,of course I fed her at once with the best the house had to offer and she wolfed down the lot in record time. While she was distracted Moth nipped smartly upstairs and peace was restored for the night.
Twiggy and Moth were much more settled this morning,unfortunately Pa was much worse ,in a good deal of pain and even more woosey.

I kept him in bed all day,he ate nothing and drank little but by evening he brightened up and joined us for dinner after which he had an early shower and went back to bed.

Things have been fraught and I am very tired tonight but my son is happy again now that his beloved cat has returned and Pa seems a little better,so I shall hope for a better tomorrow.

It is hard knowing that Pa will never really get better in fact his arthritis will soon confine him to a wheelchair,his neck,which is soon to be given an M.R.I. is worsening rapidly which is a great worry.

Even so, we are together and have enough of everything we need, in this we are luckier than many people in this troubled world of ours.


No matter how bad the day has been there is always something to be thankful for.........always.

Wednesday 19 June 2013

MOTH IS MISSING





This was the day when Pa had an unconscionably early appointment at Guys Hospital and as he had to be ready for the taxi to the station at nine we were all up and about far too early for comfort.

In fact I had barely slept at all .so worried was I that Pa would fail to hear his three alarms(a not unusual occurrence) and for some reason the cat Moth decided to mooch about all night knocking things off shelves and generally making a complete pest of herself.

Unknown to me ,my son was having the same problem as Moth kept on trying to climb through his bedroom window which is right next to the head of his bed.

By the time we were all up and about Moth was nowhere to be seen, Pa was very slow in getting up and getting ready as he to was tired,the poor soul had to forgo breakfast as the taxi arrived a little early.
It was while we were waving Pa off that the real trouble began,Moth strolled in through the front gate and vanished in to the shrubbery at once. Since the front door had only just been opened and npo down stairs window had been left ajar during the night we came the inescapable and rather worrying conclusion that the only way Moth could have got out was through an upstairs window and Only the Gods Know how she managed it without killing herself as it is a very long drop to the ground.

She did not reappear all day and though I called and called and was ,indeed working in the garden for most of the afternoon not a whisker did I see. Twiggy too was by now missing and by late afternoon I began to be concerned.

Pa returned for Guy's in a terrible state having fallen several times during his trip,he usually goes to St Tom's but some twerp decided to send his to clinic at another hospital in the group by way of a change. The fact that Pa can barely walk and the fact that their clinic is so early did not enter the brain of the mindless moron who changed his booking,it really is ridiculous.

My son had a friend from Work round during the afternoon and thank the Gods for that mercy,had he not had this welcome distraction he would have been driving both of us nuts ,worrying about his cat.
Now as I write neither cat has returned and I am now very concerned,I have called,rattled the treats tin and even driven round the block on my scooter........not a whisker.


Tired though we all are I have a feeling that this is going to be another long sleepless night,BUM!

Tuesday 18 June 2013

TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDUMMER






While resting last night as I was ordered by my son to do (he can be a bossy boots) bless him. I occupied myself in the writing of this piece of doggerel verse.

Those who have been reading my blog for the last week or so will easily recognise the the two being lampooned. those who have not........well take a wild guess




                                                     Tweedledum and Tweddledummer

Tweedledum and Tweedledee Built themselves a castle.
But Tweedledum and Tweedledee got in to lots of hassle.
They though they were a cut above,the rest of this fine nation,
And so decided to forget the matter of taxation.

They were surprised when shouts and screams disturbed their peace and quite
When poor and sick and elderly started a bloody riot.
Why should we from our pittance pay,they cried out in vexation,
While crooks like these use havens so as not to pay taxation.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee threatened litigation,
As to the Inland revenue they felt no obligation.
Then to their friends in government they applied for dispensation
But found their cronies had been forced to change the legislation.

What should we do with the Tweedle Two now they have both been sat on.
What punishment should we decide,we who the pair have shat on.
To banish them to some off shore dump ,would be most apt and funny,
And the folks whom they have cheated should be given all their money.

So long as those who like these two,refuse to pay their dues
It is the sick and needy who will be the ones to lose.
We are all together in this mess, the politicians say.
And its time that we made certain that it truly is that way.

Shame on the corporations who bleed the nation dry.
Who make us slaves,right from our birth until the day we die.
Shame on our government who let the blighter’s cheat us blind.
Rise Britain now ,and give them all, a kick up the behind.

And as for other nations who condone this grave offence
Allowing greed to vanquish need ,let's hope they soon see sense.
The wind of change is coming and it cannot blow too soon,
Its time that we who have to pay the piper called the tune.


                                                                                      By Avie

Monday 17 June 2013

Normal Service Later...

Avie has had a long day working in her garden and putting together a fantastic dinner – not to mention engaging in rabble-rousing against tiresome idiots, so on my instructions she has gone to bed with instructions to get some rest.

Normal service to resume tomorrow.


Sunday 16 June 2013

UP THE REBELS

I've spent most of today firing off e-mails to my local planning department and other recalcitrant council office s in an attempt to prevent His Grace The Duke of Northumberland,my landlord from building houses on the orchard at the side of my house.

This has left me rather short of time so no blog tonight I'm afraid. However if any of the arrows I fired today hit their

target I shall have plenty to write about. In the mean time here are some pictures of the lovely garden which is to be bulldozed.

Oh. did I mention the sneaky way in which planning permission was eventually obtained...........more later!




Saturday 15 June 2013

AND THE RAINS CAME



The bright sunshine to which I awoke this morning lasted only long enough to allow me to lay my plans for the day as I sipped my morning coffee in bed. I had watched with interest Danny Alexander (the archetypal chinless wonder and chief secretary to the treasury) being well grilled about some of the issues I raised in my blog yesterday.

During breakfast the sky clouded over and by the time the kitchen was cleared and a little cleaning done it had begun to rain. This gentle rain,very welcome for my burgeoning strawberries gave way quickly to a hail storm with stones large enough to smash the strawberries t bits,this was not at all welcome.

During the next hour or two it rained on and off ,short but heavy bursts and then at four in the afternoon a great wind rose up and the rain came down in torrents. The lime trees in the lane lashed about as the wind hit their branches. Now in full leaf the trees are like a ship in full sail and prone to damage in high winds. From the church yard and rending tearing sound indicated that a branch had been blown down,thankfully the trees in the lane remained unscathed.

The heavy rain fall was too much for our antiquated drainage system and soon the lane was awash,flowing like a small river straight in to the Thames at the corner of the lane. The pathway to our house flooded and still the rain continued to fall.

Our two cats remained indoors all day Twiggy asleep on the sofa and Moth under my bed in a recently discovered hiding place. My son spent the whole day writing finishing his second novel shortly before dinner ,celebrated in his traditional fashion downing a large tot of rum while Pa and I drank his health in a more sedate glass of home made cherry brandy
. Pa rearranged his shelves and bedside table to make space for his Fathers Day gifts,of which more tomorrow.

Towards evening a watery sun made an apologetic appearance before disappearing again behind a massive black cloud. Today I began work on some illustrations for a book about cats. These days I find it difficult to hold a pencil but I adore cats and am willing to give it a try.

I am still undecided about cutting my hair, half of me wants the daily wash in the shower,shake your head and go style while the other half remembers how awful I look with short hair. Besides, the only thing which keeps my hair in order is it's weight, when cut it has a life of it's own and is the very devil to control.
Still wonder if such long hair as mine looks right on a woman of sixty, on the other hand think of the money I'd spend on hairdressers since my own hair is the only head if hair I cannot cut.


I think my mind is made up ,hair to stay!

Friday 14 June 2013

WANTED HONEST POLITICIAN,PREVIOUS CANDIDATES MAY NOT APPLY

My normally mild mannered son stormed in to my room this afternoon with”You'll never guess what those Tory bastards are going to do?” With iniquitous decisions being made by the coalition day in and day out I confessed myself at a loss to answer.

“Not content with burying today's students in debt they are going to increase the interest rate on student loans taken out when I started at university.....twelve years ago!”

This diabolical action is insupportable and those responsible for the decision should be ashamed of themselves. This band of desperado’s currently in Government would skin their own Granny for a couple of pence,this same bunch of pick pockets will not however oblige the rich corporations to pay tax on their earnings.

This week Thames Water declared a two billion pound profit,two billion, on which they have not paid a penny in tax. They join a long list of tax dodgers,like Starbucks,Google,Amazon and the Barclay Brothers. Our toothless granny bashing Government has refused to look into the questionable activities of the Brothers Barclay.......I wonder why? Both Prime Minister Cameron and chancellor George Osborne have spend quite a lot of time on the Barclay Boys private island, Brecqhou, on of the smaller Channel Islands.

This chumminess is disturbing under the circumstances and extremely inappropriate. It shows in what contempt our leaders hold the ordinary person,you and I. My husband has worked hard all his life,now he is unable to work and is crippled with arthritis,has diabetes,epilepsy and narcolepsy.

We survive on the pittance paid in disability allowances and although I too am disabled I do not claim these benefits for myself. On this tiny sum of money my husband pays income tax...I kid you not! I know that it's difficult to believe but it's true,yet when you work out how little we have to live on compared to the national average wage ,you would be forgiven for wondering why he should have to pay any tax at all?

Some over paid,over fed, under worked hooray Henry has decided that we can live of the tiny sum allowed. Living with disability is tough enough without having to worry about having enough to eat or paying the bills. Pa needs to be kept warm, this means huge energy bills in winter, Pa has special dietary needs,no allowance is made for this.

We both need to use mobility scooters ,these we have purchased ourselves second hand , these machines need to be serviced regularly and insured, no allowance is made for this. The alternative to this form of transport is taxi cabs as our nearest bus stop is over half a mile away. We cannot afford taxis all the time.

Guys Hospital has a service which collects patients and delivers then to the hospital, we tried this service last time Pa had an appointment. The appointment was for twelve noon, the last of that days clinic slots, the ambulance arrived at eleven forty five, meaning that there was no chance of keeping this vital appointment. The driver was rude the controllers unhelpful, the service useless.

People like us live on the edge of an abyss,yet the government takes money from us in taxation.

What I cannot understand is why they are being allowed to get away with this daylight robbery, they make the “Difficult decisions” but it is we who have to live with them. They and their rich buddies are not touched by this recession they do not have to decide weather to eat or heat.

They tell us we mush prepare for more cuts, we are addressed as naughty school children, we must atone for the waste of the past....BUT....hang on a minute I am sure that we did not buy in to toxic American mortgages. I am equally sure that we did not play fast and loose with other peoples money and lose the gamble. WE ARE THE INJURED PARTIES and they are treating us like the villains of the piece. Don't you believe it.

It is time that we as a people realised that we can and should give these characters their marching orders. Remember the pole tax riots,I do I was there. Some many people refused to pay the courts became choked with case and the situation became unworkable.

Of course I know that we can not stop the government for extracting income tax from our wage packets but there are other ways of disrupting their cosy lives.
Beginning with local Authorities, who waste a fortune on dodgy contractors and useless initiatives ,ours has made cuts in sheltered housing but still insists that the grass must never be allowed to grow higher that 8cm,..its ludicrous.

We must not let those who rule divide us,set us at each others throats. The unemployed are not the villains here,nor are the elderly and disabled, it is easy to forget that any one of us could be out of a job or become permanently disabled at any time...no one is immune;just as no one is immune from growing old! We as a people must stand together, the young,who are suffering most of all and the old,shoulder to shoulder, working mums, small business men, everyone ,all together.
This is our fight and it is our time to show the world what we are made of.

We have been the slaves of the big corporations and the banks for too long. For too long we have allowed them to manipulate our lives binding us to them with debt,while still believing ourselves to be free. This will stop if we stop playing their game, the price of freedom is always high, this time it's freedom against a platinum credit card or a mortgage, a new car every year or an expensive holiday.
To go back to where I began,these people are now in the business of making sure that the next generation gets used to being in debt,to saddle eighteen year olds with huge loans is immoral, and in the case of those, who like my son are well on the way to paying off their student loan they; are changing the rules to keep them on the hook.
Fight,for your children's and your grand children's sakes if not your own,the banks and the politicians should be working for us,not vis-versa,it's time we reminded them who's the boss.


Thursday 13 June 2013

AVIE'S SPICE AND HERB MIX




Having made lots of bread yesterday meant that tonight,s dinner would certainly incorporate one or other of the new loaves,my son loves chicken club sandwiches and as the wheel loaf lends itself well to this dish it seemed a good opportunity to indulge the preference.

To say that Pa dislikes chicken is a gross understatement, as a consequence I have become an adept at disguising the despised bird and for this dish invented a dry spice and herd marinade which makes the meat palatable,even to poor old Pa.

AVIES CAMOFLAGE FOR CHICKEN
2 teaspoons of cumin seed
2 teaspoons of coriander seed
1 teaspoon of fenugreek seed
2 teaspoons of Italian herb,
1 teaspoon of dill seed
8 peppercorns
pinch of salt flakes or coarse sea salt.

Grind all the ingredients together until a fine powder in formed, a mortar and pestle or a spice mill does the job equally well. I never worry about a few larger bits but if you do sieve them through a tea strainer.
Mix the powder with a tablespoon of corn meal or plain flour and pour into a plastic bag, add the chicken either whole breasts of cut into goujon and shake until all the meat id covered,then seal the bag and refrigerate for at least an hour.

Pan fry,griddle or roast until the juices run clear. Remove from the heat and serve at once.

The spice mix can also be made in to a paste which can be rubbed in to chicken or fish before cooking.


Put a little olive oil in to a small frying pan and heat. Add a tablespoon of tomato purree and the spice mix. Cook until sizzling ,reduce heat and cook for minute. Remove from the heat and allow to cool,the paste is then ready for use.

Wednesday 12 June 2013

WHEN BAKING BREAD BECOMES A WAY OF LIFE





For many years now I have baked my own bread,it has become a routine, like a rhythm running through the days and weeks. Even our meals are arranged around the bread,sandwiches on new bread days, toast on the days when the bread is a little older,not to mention bread pudding and bread crumbs, all made with older bread.

The bread I make freezes well and these days I bake only once a a week, it seems to work very well. Today I baked two batches of bread and with breakfasts in mind I baked a honey and cracked wheat loaf which is wonderful toasted and buttered, a cheese loaf,well stuffed with cheddar and wonderful for breakfast or afternoon tea along with two split tin loaves for sandwiches,

Sesame bread is a favourite with my son and so I included a large one in todays baking ,next came a pair of sunflower topped cobs ,two sunflower topped granary loaves which find a home with a family friend. Finally a wheel of eight small triangular buns, these will be made in to chicken club sandwiches tomorrow evening.

Home made bread is easy to make,forget the recipes books and the T.V cooks who will tell you to”always use live yeast” or “make sure you allow the bread two risings or it will be hard” or even “be sure and knead the bread to thirty minutes”.All this is baloney! ANYONE CAN MAKE GOOD BREAD.

Buy a packet of easy bake dried yeast and follow the instructions or check out some of my recipes in earlier blogs. I only knead my dough for ten minutes and my bread is always good.
Fill your oven with bread once every two weeks, and you will have enough fresh bread for many meals. Rolls for packed lunches and barbecues tin loaves for sandwiches, cobs ,plaits and twists for soup meals or use as trenchers,anything is possible.

Your own home made bread will always be better than anything you can buy , even from the numerous”Artisan (how that word is bandied about these days) Bakers”;many of whom make their bread in batches too large to be truly hand baked.


Have a go,give the family a real treat and earn yourself a pat on the back....one more thing, when you make your own bread you know exactly what has gone in to it,there is even a range of gluten free flours available now. Just imagine Sunday's breakfast toast made from a loaf of your own baking. You will soon become and artisan baker in your own right..............I promise.

Tuesday 11 June 2013

A SLOW CRAWL THROUGH TREACLE

                                          

I've had on of those odd days that happen from time to time,a queer kind of swimming through treacle day where I seem to be very busy yet actually achieve very little. It may have been because the day was dull just as we were becoming used to sunshine,who knows? All I know is that the whole family was affected by the same feeling, a sort of never quite waking up feeling.

Breakfast was rather late and it was as we ate our Scots Crumpets, with hot strawberry jam and cream that we realised that all of us were feeling less than our best. I had intended to do some gardening in the afternoon but by the time I had cleared the kitchen,received the weeks grocery delivery,placed the quarterly meat order and finished making the Elderflower cordial it had begun to drizzle.......it would be drizzle....it perfectly mirrored my mood.

Unable to do anything constructive in the garden but in need of some fresh air I took the buggy to Home-base,to deliver a jar of home made strawberry jam to a young fried who works there, and I was happy that I had done so when on a swift look around before heading for home I discovered the very thing for which I had been searching in vain for some time; A small set of drawers for Pa to keep his tea and coffee sachets.

I couldn't believe my luck, this close to Fathers Day I had almost given up hope of finding anything suitable,yet there it was! You see, Pa is unable at the moment to make himself a hot drink,his hands are so badly affected by arthritis that he simply cannot manage a kettle. With this in mind my son and I have purchased a small gadget which boils just a single cup of water and dispenses it on to the beverage of your choice.

This will be kept at his bedside so of course he will need to keep sachets of coffee, chocolate, Ovaltine,tea and Bovril beside his bed also,not to mention small cartons of milk, this neat little set of drawers will easily hold all those things tidily and more besides.

Pa hates to wake me during the night and will not do so just to ask for a drink and it worries me that he lies in pain without even the comfort of a cup of tea. Now he will be able to have a drink at any time ,at night ,or on the rare occasion he is left alone in the house,his happiness with this gift shows to me how much he needs it,to feel self sufficient in these small things means a lot when one is battling disability.

The sky grew greyer still and Harry,our neighbours Ginger Tom bounced in at the back door like Tigger to spend half an hour chasing a toy mouse around the living room. His antics were so comical that even Twiggy,who usually snarls when Harry appears sat spellbound as he cut capers, pouncing and leaping tirelessly .When he tired of this amusement he pinched Twiggys lunch and then shot out of the back door pursued by an angry Twigs........business as usual.

The rain became heavy as the afternoon progressed, and we all became even sleepier, my son continued to write (his second novel in this series) he needs to be ready to publish in a few weeks time when I believe two are to come out together.

I gave up all attempts as gainful employment and played ma jong for an hour before dinner.

The weather forecast for tomorrow is dire , this means that I shall have no excuse not to iron the boys shirts,of which there are a great multitude..........Bum!!!


I intent to have an early night with a movie and a bag of Haribo, there is nothing like a little self indulgence to lift the spirits.

Monday 10 June 2013

ELDERFLOWER CORDIAL




Never in my life time have I known the Elder trees to flower quite so late,even when I lived in the North of England , I would by now have picked enough fop several brews of both wine and cordial,picked from bushes growing in the sheltered valleys below my hill top home.

Today ,armed with a crook(for pulling the branches down to my level) and a large paper bag I set off down the lane on one of the years most pleasant chores. Hawthorn blossom,which makes wonderfully fragrant wine is already fading but their ,seeming to float among the greenery were the large saucer shapes of Elder flower sprays.

Now it mus be said that the rather pungent smell of Elder is not to every bodies taste, indeed it does in all honestly smell rather like cat's pee! Use in small quantities however it makes a lovely and very refreshing cordial at a fraction of the cost of the shop bought kind. I often add a few heads of elderflower tied up in a muslin bag to the gooseberries when I make jam,a very superior product results from this marriage and gives you the taste and smell of a summer morning all the year round.

Having picked my Elder flowers I returned to my kitchen and after much hunting about for the recipe(I could not remember the quantity of sugar required) I set about the first stage of the procedure, as the recipe takes twenty four hours to complete.

ELDERFLOWER CORDIAL
30 heads of elderflower
4 lemons
2 k granulated sugar
citric acid

Day one.
Pick over the Elder flowers and remove any insects, these may be tiny so you need to take your time. While you are bug hunting boil a litre and a half of water. Place the flowers in a large bowl and add the grated lemon rind. Pour the boiling water over the mixture,cover and leave to infuse for twenty four hours.
Wrap the rindless lemons in cling film and refrigerate until needed.

Day two.
Strain the Elderflower liquid though a piece of scalded muslin or a jelly bag if you have one, disguard the flowers. Add the juice of the four lemons to the remaining liquid then add the sugar and the citric acid. Heat gently until all the sugar has dissolved,then simmer for a couple of minutes.


Pour into heated sterilised bottles and cork. Or cool and pour in to cold sterilised screw topped bottles. The later will not keep as long as the former,in either case refrigerate after opening.

Sunday 9 June 2013

WAR IN THE KITCHEN



From time to time my kitchen becomes the scene of epic warfare,battles are fought, heroes die and weapons of mass destruction are usually very much in evidence; I refer of course to the fortnightly gathering of the Kamikaze Dungeoneers.

This intrepid band has been fighting it out for so long that it's origins are lost in the mists of time and it's exploits have entered the realm of legend. The members of this ancient society are seasoned warriors to a man, believe me when I tell you that the Knights Templar have nothing on this band of Knights Culinaria.

Each of these brave warriors commands and army of his own choosing ,but these armies are unlike any ever to appear upon the field of conflict in times past for they are the warriors of the future,combed from galaxies far beyond our own .

Strange creatures part human,part machine, giants in strength and devastating in battle share the conflict with the forerunners of our own mythical monsters and members of the world of Middle Earth, Elves the like of which were never seen on Earth. Daemons, and Dwarves, Ogres and Orks,each on more phantasmagoric than the last , each one beautiful in its way, and all hell bent upon the utter destruction of the others. It is a sight to fill one with awe.

Today heralded the advent of a number of strange machines ,at once beautiful and terrible they added much to the mayhem and at the battles hight were seen everywhere as the three armies present today fought to the death for the honour of victory alone.

Late in the day when the usual smell of baking had become overwhelmed by the smell of carnage, when the casualties had been counted and the winners announced, a future date for further hostilities was agreed upon before the heroic leaders returned to their everyday lives.

One day when all these things have passed into history,sagas will be made of their exploits and songs of their greatness and their battles will be sung by bards. Then will their passing be mourned,even as others take up arms in their cause.

Such is their greatness that the brave 300, Finn McCoul and the Fianna , even the immortal Beowulf will pale in to insignificance in comparison. Their name shall live forever, on the white board in Avies kitchen.


N.B.
Joking apart these young men have, in spite of years as opponents in many a dreadful battle have remained friends in the real world they inhabit. Their friendship is a testament to the good which can come from this kind of pass time.

Much has been claimed as to the Diabolic influence generated by such activity, to those who insist that the game is evil I have one thing only to say......BULLSHIT!

Saturday 8 June 2013

HYMNS AND ARIAS





Welsh rugby fans are celebrating in Osaka having beaten the Japanese 18-22. I am receiving updates which vary greatly as to the nature of their coherence,from a friend lucky enough to be out there watching the matches .
To be frank I have seen the Welsh side perform better,but they were just good enough this time,even so the nip (no pun intended) and tuck of the second half would have had my friend Dai biting his nails and holding his breath.

Back in 2003 I watched the Rugby World Cup Final in an Aussie pub in London with an ex Royal Navy Rugby Full back. Not being familiar with the place we did not realise that it was and Aussie pub until be ordered our drinks, and received a greeting of “Bloody Poms” from the barman.

The game had already begun and my friend refused to seek a safer place to watch and so,resigned to an uncomfortable time I ordered another round.
“Tight Pommie bastard, letting his Sheila get the drinks!” said the barman.
My friend had not heard this remark but I decided to deal with the arrogant little twerp by downing my pint in one and then slamming the tankard down on his hand as hard as I could! He screamed like a Sheila.

You may remember that England beat Australia in that final and I though that my friend and I would have to flee for our lives but all was well,it turned out that the barman was as unpopular with his regulars as with me and we were treated to so many pints that ,had I drunk them all I would have been seriously unwell.

Very late that evening and awash with Aussie beer we headed for home in a taxi....my friend was far too drunk to drive,and besides,he had forgotten where he had left the car!




Friday 7 June 2013

HERE COMES HARRY




Our neighbour recently acquired a rather dashing ginger Tom cat called Harry, like our little cat Moth he was found straying and hungry. For some months he was kept indoors,then a few weeks ago Harry was released upon the world,and upon our little ladies.

Harry is beautiful,brash, thick skinned, playful and adorable and out cats hated him on sight! It pained us all to be obliged to chase him away or refuse him entry into the house in wet weather,the problem is that he seems to dislike his own home and has as good as move out.

This is not the fault of his owners,they love all animals,I think that it has much more to do
with the fact that they have two enormous dogs and we have two very delectable female cats.
He eats most of his meals here and refuses to return home in spite of the fact that his owners are
calling him day and night, now I am concerned that they will think that we are attempting to cat nap Harry.
Over the last two days out cats have become noticeably less aggressive towards the young Prince and there is now little or no hissing when he appears. |He even eats out of their respective food bowls without occasioning an almighty bust up as was formerly the case.

Today, Harry sat on the sofa with Twiggy and she merely grumbled a little......who would have believed it. Later he spent half an hour upstairs with both of our cats without any fighting what-so-ever,a thing impossible only two short days ago.

Harry is very partial to cat nip and roles in ecstasy on the rug when ever he finds some,he loves to be cuddled and he loves to play,


I have no idea what we are to do but I feel that I shall have to speak to his owners, if only to let them know where he is spending his time. With luck all will be well and Harry will be allowed to visit,I do hope so ,we are all becoming rather fond of him.

Thursday 6 June 2013

THE FLY IN THE OINTMENT





It's odd how a few warm sunny days can make you forget the weeks and weeks of cold winds and rain. I find it hard to believe that just a few short days ago I was out in a biting cold wind wearing several layers of clothes .

Now for the fly! It happens that there are two nests of Magpies in the orchard,one at the top and one at the bottom by the lane side, it also happens that both sets of young fledged at the same time a couple of days ago. Any one who has watched “Midsommer Murders” will be familiar with the machine gun like call of a Magpie in distress ,this accompanied by the mad cackling of the young birds has woken us at three forty-five each morning since the birds fledged.

They congregate outside my bedroom window in the ash tree and the noise is deafening. I gave up all thought of sleep this morning and watched their antics for a couple of hours,I loved every minute of their performance.

The young birds,still with their nestling’s gape and very short tails are comic and pathetic by turns,chasing the parents, begging for food ,then sitting disconsolate when that food is not forthcoming. Unable to determine what form food should take they attempt to devour twigs,leaves and paper,spiting each unpleasant mouthful out in disgust. When one finds an edible morsel the whole tribe pile in like rugby players in a frantic tackle until one lucky bird escapes with the prize......then the whole comic performance begins again.

Luckily there is plenty of food about as we keep our feeder well primed at this time of the year so they soon learn to fend for themselves,still it takes longer for young Magpies to become self sufficient that smaller birds like Blue tits or robins.

The machine gun rattle of the parents calling out danger is constant throughout the day as first marauding jays ,then a hunting Kestrel raise their alarm ,only when darkness falls does their racket cease. At this time of the year the nights are short so the blessed quiet does not last long.

These days the gentle hooting of a Tawny Owl is as a gentle lullaby, even the occasional screach of a Fox barely disturbs the calm for those few precious hours before the circus begins again.

I know that Magpies have the reputation of killing and eating the young of smaller birds and it is unfortunately all too true, even so, and in spite of the noise I have a soft spot for these handsome birds.

One word of caution, Magpies are wonderful mimics. They can sound like any mobile phone
and can even mimic any voice that tit hears regularly. Some friends of mine taught a young Magpie to order visitors off the property in the rudest possible way. The bird then did this each time someone entered the gate. The establishment in question was a garden centre and the trouble caused before the true identity of the rude one came to light was considerable and almost cost one young lad his job.
It was only when the bird ordered the Managing Director to leave in the same rude fashion that the real culprit was identified.

So if you have young magpies nearby be careful what you say about your Mother in Law, the birds will not only repeat what you have said,it will do so in your own voice.

The other aid to a restless night is the cat Moth who has taken up big game hunting ever since she found a large spider in the bathroom. She now makes frequent noisy searches at  night,we have tried giving her a fake spider to play with but she finds the real thing much more fun. Last night she accosted one under my bed....the rest is history.