11 April Glimmer 11
Easter Sunday and Glimmer 11 celebrates the fact I’ve finally cracked the cooking of Onion Bhaji after several years of failed attempts! Delicious too! Cook a pork roast for the day.
Music
- Various Artists – Lee ‘scratch’ Perry And Friends: Land Of Kinks – The Jamaican Upsetter Singles 1970
- Various Artists – Gather In The Mushrooms (The British Acid Folk Underground 1968-1974)
- Various Artists – Liverpool Sunset (The City After Merseybeat 1964-1969)
- Prince Buster -Prince Buster – Funky Jamaica
Glimmer 6 and it’s back to the past. A wee bimble around the shops and a quick snifter with herself. Sort some metadata and clean the kitchen. C makes the bed.
My Fave Spot – well I suppose the 610 counts as one of them as I experiment with Andy Burnham’s tap on, tap off experiment on the bus. It speeds me to Wigan having been a slug-a-bed after a bad night’s sleep as a result of cold feet.
C still crook, had a rough nights sleep, get up manage to trip the fuses with the toaster, make coffee and that at least offers a moment of rest. Sort out the fuses, and C comes downstairs to tell me off. Nip to the shop for water for C and job’s a good ‘un. Slowly sort the roast after a sarnie for lunch.
Hmm, well this was slightly odd. Head to Layla’s christening and encounter a set of stocks. Apparently thestocks are a reminder of a time when local criminals, including those convicted of murder, were tried at the Hare and Hounds public house, built in the 17th century.
Sunday morning and a lazy start to the day. Coffee at the coffee shop and then a wee shop followed by a visit to the Tom and Gerry for a beer. Back home and it’s out into the jungle at the front to clear dead bits and ivy.
Sunday and I’m in… at least there is Pizza. Phone the boy and Mum as usual, watch the Throw Down and Call the Midwife. More importantly home to meal cooked by C including dumplings. Love ’em!
Sunday lazy start to the day. Wash up and make breakfast. Nip to the shop and grab a swift pint. Weather is foul. Catch up with the boy in the afternoon, he’s sounding less tin helmety.
Laundrette day
