Sunday, 23 August 2015
Saturday, 22 August 2015
After extolling how quiet my 21 year old son is when he returns from his bar job in the small hours of morning he decided that making quesadillas at 5am was quite the norm and indeed a very quiet act. I can tell you it isn't! Every cupboard door opening, chopping ingredients on the chopping board, getting a frying pan out from all the other pans sounded like war zone. Why he also had to go up and down the stairs several times during the process I have no idea but he clearly used the squeaky stairs he told me he always avoids stepping on so as not wake me up.
Needless to say a mum style Banshee joined in this cacophony of sound where upon I was told I was making to much noise as I hissed through my teeth Go to bed!
It was night back from holiday, and across the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse... Except my son! My arse!
Saturday, 1 August 2015
There I was wandering around M&S of a Friday teatime looking for treats ( it had to be done.) Taking a basket rather than a trolley to stop all those goodies jumping into my shopping cart I had already got my Dine in for £10, even though I had dinner sorted, pizza x3 for the ever hungry young adults when I sipied the old Walnut Whip. Chocolate is a must of a Friday evening and these are old favourites. But. Oh walnut whip what happened to you? They are smaller than before I am sure. The chocolate is definitely thinner and the walnut on top is the only nut you are going to get. This isn't the classic I remember. I'm sure if tried the sour apples they wouldn't be sour, black jacks would not stain your tongue to the same depth of colour, space dust wouldn't crackle quite as loud and Hubba Bubba's bubble wouldn't blow quite so big.