dunelm
Master
Good morning everyone on a day of mystery and imagination down in the SW with my brother. I shall approach the day with verve. Not The Verve, not that bitter sweet symphony. Thankful for the railways folk for giving all veterans free rail transport over Remembrance weekend. I’m stocking up on dehydrated water, it’s all the rage as it keeps better than bottled and saves on plastic. Yorkshire puddings. My granny (a fully qualified Yorkshire lass who could trace her ancestry back to James Henry Atkinson, inventor of the little nipper mousetrap) used to make the batter in the morning and put it in the outhouse to keep it cool. Always made in very hot dripping in a large pan and under the roast (on Sundays). Sliced into squares or rectangles depending purely on whim, served with gravy and always before ‘dinner’. Leftovers eaten for tea spread with jam (none of your fancy syrup rubbish. Who do you think we are, The Rockerfellers?) Art bit, squiggle, squiggle. Have a marvelous Tuesday. Best dig out some koffy.

