Just got these from my garden.
A question: What’s the secret to making perfectly poached eggs? For me, perfect is a runny yolk and a solid white- no snot.
It’s a lazy Sunday morning here. I’ve been awake since about 6.30 am, but I made coffee and took it back to bed. I read some stuff on my iPad, and then I got up and made more coffee. Not had breakfast yet, as I can’t eat first thing
OK, gardening done. Beans cleared up, rogue tomatoes staked up and dead foliage in the garden waste bin. Now, we’re enjoying a glass of wine or two. Julian Faulkner’s Côtes de Provence Rosé 2025. Ideally would be good with a crab salad, but we don’t have that to hand, so we’re eating home-grown strawberries and some cornish cheese instead.
On my third mug of coffee. I’ve done some journalling, and more importantly, I got out of my chair and gave the lawn a light mowing. I was careful to trim only the top, as it certainly hasn’t recovered from the dry July and August weather.
Saturday Morning. 7.25 am. Been awake for almost an hour. Can’t lie around in bed. So, at the computer with a large mug of black coffee, as is my usual start to the day. First day off in seven. Nothing specific planned for today, but maybe some gardening later.
The washing machine threw an error about blocked drainage. Not the message I want to get at 10 pm. Anyway, it was an easy fix. I took out the filter, and it was full of wet, soggy fluff. Cleaned it, put it back, and now it’s on the final rinse. All done before bedtime!
Yay! Finished today’s shift. At home, Showered, and about to eat lunch. No more work until Saturday week. NEver too much time off. I can always find things to do, or just chill.
A little bit fresh first thing this morning. I’m still in short sleeved shirts and shirts, but I put on a light jacket when I left the house at 4.15 am.
Depressing time of year - less daylight each day, and temperatures are dropping. Hoping for an Indian summer.