Frou-frou

 

I have my grandma's tea set, which lives in a cupboard apart from one cup and saucer I drink my cuppa from. I decided to make afternoon tea last weekend. Not only to use my beloved tea set but because afternoon tea is delicious. I made cucumber sandwiches, scones with jam, cream and fresh strawberries, chocolate cake, mini swiss rolls and chocolate biscuits. Mark called it frou-frou, a starter before the main event. Isaac's face was a picture when I called him down for dinner. The heathens! I loved it and the boys ate it (Isaac tucked into a dry scone as, apparently, he doesn't like jam and cream. I was like 'oh my goodness, at least have it with butter!' Chilled Prosecco was served and we all ate sufficient in spite of Mark's complaining.

And now we're moving onto bowels. From frou-frou to poo. They say you shouldn't discuss money, sex or religion at a dinner party, and I'd add poo to that list too. Oh, and vagina's wouldn't be a great topic either. But this isn't a dinner party and I have broached the subject before, a few years ago. To keep my bowels lovely I take inulin. It's a white powder (is it wrong that that term makes me think of cocaine?) and is made from chicory root. It's something like 95% fibre and I stir it into my morning yogurt. Like cornflour just a little yogurt until combined. It's totally tasteless and keeps me going along nicely. When I don't take it I really notice a difference. I recommend. That's my public service announcement finished. 

Isaac's flat in Inverness is looking for a new tenant so Mark and I popped up to tart it up ready (Isaac was conveniently working). In less than 48 hours we've painted the whole place, including the living room ceiling. I've scrubbed the internal panelled wooden doors, cleaned the edges of the carpets and skirtings. We've cleaned the radiators inside and out and spray painted the bathroom one. Mark strimmed the front and back gardens (Isaac pays for factoring but they've done bugger all in the garden). The last tenant was a gardener and he left us 4 tons of tree waste - twigs, branches and logs which we burnt in two massive bonfires. We took crap he had left to the tip. He left a three piece suite in the garden and shed with a double bed and mattress - these had to be dragged out front ready for the council to collect next week. And we slept on a blow up bed in sleeping bags. I am absolutely knackered and ache all over! It wasn't fun but the flat looks amazing. It was going swimmingly until near the end when I did a Gilly-ism. I decided a patch on one wall needed another coat. I picked up the roller and off I went. It was weird and magnolia was a bit white in patches, but I kept going. When I'd finished Mark suggested I'd used the wrong roller. Oh yes I had, the white paint that we did the ceiling with. OMG! Had to wait for it to dry then do it again with the correct roller. And if you're wondering, yes, Isaac will be getting a bill from me lol. 

I'm ready for my next holiday. Have a lovely week and I'll see you next Friday.

Health nuts are going to feel stupid one day when they die from nothing.