Today on the way to the Talking Newspaper, I spotted the most magnificent cherry tree in full blossom. It sits in a small triangle of land between a couple of paths, completely isolated from anything. It looked simply beautiful and made everything look full of spring. Given that the day was bright and sunny helped a lot.
It was a late Talking Newspaper again this week but at least everyone turned up who was supposed to…a vast improvement over last week. And I had a very nice compliment. Rosemary, one of my readers, said that I should read all the sports reports because I do it so well. I said I’d love to do all the sports reports except it’s actually impossible. She agreed with a sigh, saying all the other presenters would love it since they all despise the sports reports.
I even had Mo (another of my readers) saying how much she enjoyed the sports report at the end of the recording when she said goodbye! I think I’m becoming the sporty legend. I’m going to ask for my own theme tune next.
Anyway, the reading went well and we had a bit of a chuckle and managed to finish nice and early as there were none of the hassles from last week to slow us down. Apart from walking the dogs early on, that’s about all today held – I’m ignoring the housework as that’s clearly not very interesting.
Though, I should tell you the Tale of the Sausages.
On Tuesday when I visited the butcher, he had his usual display of sausages for me to choose from. The usual varieties were there (pork, pork and apple, pork and leek, pork and sage, pork and more pork) but sitting at the end of the display was a pile of duck, spring onion and Hoisin sauce sausages (I can hear Dad saying ‘yuck’ from here).
I pointed at them, mouth watering at the very idea and recited the ingredients, salivating freely over each one. The young butcher serving me was not as enthusiastic, saying he couldn’t see it. I looked at him in horror.
“There’s a party in my mouth and they’re invited,” I informed him in no uncertain terms. “Give me six of ’em!”
Well, I had them tonight and BY GOD THEY WERE GOOD! A brilliant idea – both on the part of the butcher for inventing them and me for buying them. Apart from old Gloucester spot sausages, they’re the best I’ve ever had. I think I may be addicted to these babies.
But enough about sausages (even the second best sausages in the world) here’s the blossom.
Cherry blossom hiding in Farnham
Sorry but I don’t fancy those sausages the only ones I like are chipalata the British ones. Good one about the sports yes I think you should have your own theme tune.
love mum