I had problems with leaving comments yesterday. Especially on those posts which have word verification. Blogger wasn't letting the nonsensical words come up, therefore I couldn't comment. Frustrating was a mild way of putting it.
I think Blogger sometimes takes against people...you know, like, "Right today, I'll sabotage Puss-in-Boots' blog and drive her batty. She has high blood pressure, I'll see how much higher it'll go, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk!" Nyah, nyah, nyah, Blogger. I couldn't be bothered playing your games so I read my book!
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I made some more bread today, this time Turkish with a crunchy crust. Oh, it smelt so divine when cooking, it's a wonder you couldn't hear my stomach rumbling from your place. Then it was cooked but I had to wait for it to cool down some so I could turn it out of the pan. By that time, my stomach was thinking my throat was cut. Then I had to wait for it to cool further so I could cut it...I was a candidate for IV drip feeding by then! Finally, it was cool enough to cut without breaking off in chunks. I had a delicious salad sandwich with cheese...absolute heaven, so much so, I had another and I could have probably had another, but I decided not to be too much of a pig.
Warm, fresh, crusty bread...one of the wonders of the world, I reckon.
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My daughter and her partner are getting married on September 29 this year. The wedding is going to be held in their garden and they have been working so hard on it. It looks beautiful now but by the time they get married, it will be absolutely perfect.
Anyway, they are interested in getting the band that played at our neighbour's 50th birthday. I wrote a post about it last October. These guys are great and our neighbour's wife sings with them as well. So I was raving on about these guys so much so, that my daughter and her partner asked me to get a contact number for them as they wanted to go along and hear these guys for themselves. Mind you all this was talked about before Christmas.
I finally got my act together and rang my neighbour on Friday night. No reply, so left a message on message bank. No phone call Saturday, went next door to give Jane a copy of our weekly Lotto ticket (which was a dud...again!), came home, didn't look at the phone but went straight to the fridge and poured a glass of wine, turned TV on and blobbed.
This morning I woke at 5.30, got up, wandered half asleep out into the kitchen and put some coffee in. Glanced at the phone and the display screen showed a message. Yep, it was my neighbour, so I rang her back this afternoon and after catching up on each other's news and chatting for about half an hour, we hung up...and I hadn't asked her for the contact details of the band. Ah, it's a great life if you don't weaken.
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Midnight rain, that's what it was. A deluge that woke me about 12.30 this morning. I thought, "great, more water in the tanks", rolled over and went back to sleep. This morning, the plants, trees and grass looked mighty pleased with themselves...all fresh and happy in the early morning sun.
But wait, (cocks head and listens), thunder! Oh happy, happy, happy! Joy, joy, joy! More rain coming. Wow, we could get used to this...two lots of rain in a row, unheard of for a long time. So my grateful thanks to those who partook in the naked moonlight raindance. Funny thing, I haven't seen any photos. Oh well, I expect they got lost in cyberspace.