A few weeks ago, the Crazies pulled down an old shed they had in the back garden. When I say they ‘pulled’ it down, it was more like frustrated demolition taken out on a structure with sledgehammers. There was a lot of noise, spintering of wood and the screams of thousands of insects. It was all out war on the shed.
It turns out that there was a community of rats living underneath the shed, so their anger was justified. Though one does wonder what their cats have been doing apart from coming into our garden and annoying the girls.
Anyway, today they decided to burn the shed (the Crazies, not the cats), creating a great pall of smoke. The great burning coincided with Mirinda going up to the gazebo for a cup of tea.
She’d woken up feeling a bit queasy this morning and, as the clock moved well into the afternoon, had only just emerged from the bedroom. Usually the Crazies burn all sorts of noxious materials but, today, at least it was all wood.
On the other hand, I was busy in the kitchen using up an excess of eggs.
It happens every few weeks, the excess of eggs. We have a half dozen delivered by the milkman every week and, while I use them regularly, they gradually build up until, like today, I have eleven. Normally I’d make a frittata but I felt like a change so I decided to create something closely resembling an egg and bacon pie.
Obviously it had to be lo-carb, so it was crustless, and it had to have some good green vegetables, so I added spinach. I was quite happy with it.
I think I should try taking my food photos with the flash. They never look as appealing as they do in real life. Or in the daytime.
As well as the bacon and egg pie, I also made paleo bread, which uses five eggs.
I also managed to take a photo in the daylight, so it looks way more appetising.
As a result of my labours, there was a lot of protein consumed in our house tonight. There was also a bit of Swedish comedy.
Being Saturday night, we watched a movie. It was my choice and I went for The 101-Year-Old Man Who Skipped Out on the Bill and Disappeared. And it was a total cack. We both really enjoyed it. Well, apart from the perceived plot holes.
By the end of it, most bits had been tied up, but there were still a few things we didn’t understand. Like where the money had come from and who the English guy was.
Then, after the movie had finished, I looked up one of the actors who I thought I recognised and discovered that we’d been watching a sequel. Now we have to watch The 100 Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared just to find out what went on before.
This is not the first time that we’ve watched the second episode of something and come away completely confused, then watched the first episode the next night and understood the plot. It’s a weird way of watching TV.
