juicy pears

 I don't know what is the matter with me I can't stop going to the gym and eating juicy pears! is the sap rising? is it a full moooon? ha ha the oldies are goodies! what the blooming heck is going on???  A week off work I hear you say? well, yes as a matter of fact! a whole week of  cleaning reading, ironing going to the gym ,sorting out  lazing about... bliss

 but all that ends today... it's Steve's birthday, yay! and it is a family tradition that chaining me to the kitchen for hours on end to produce food for millions of people is a suitable way for everyone to celebrate including a pre dinner trip to the local pub, just to rub it in ! just as well really if I'm honest, gin and tonics are fatal to my masterchef timings and legendary sobbings 'where did it all go wrong?' I have even had to defrost the freezer to get the joint of beef out that was stuck! ha ha curse you Mildred the cow!

 of course the secret to big family dinners is going out  sticking to what you're good at, but unfortunately cheese on toast isn't grand enough, so the traditional sunday dinner it is, except Mildred is rather large and the margin of error is equally large, however I have been known to stick undercooked beef in the microwave before now and it was fine so what's to worry about? pudding...

 I absolutely resent piddling about with desserts that disappear in about thirty seconds so I take my hat off to the young chap called Piers St John Worthington Minor of the upper fourth or something similar who, as the story goes, dropped the pavlova at his public school, shock horror, scooped it up off the floor (classy) and served it as Eton mess! well done lad ( he's now something big in hedge funds!)

But what I really , really want to do is sit and dream endlessly at this lovely porch belonging to Donna Flower! sigh....have a lovely day!