And today’s little adventure, well last nights really, Karma Is trying to take hold at the moment me thinks, after all the upset on Saturday and then my bike breaking down yesterday I walked to my sons for a lift home after work. Had quite a good chat with him and laughed about his dad on Saturday when Richard asked me if I had forgiven him yet. Explained what else had been going on, he got a bit upset when I told him about the remark re the radiotherapy and wants me to start opening my mouth as he puts it, one day Richard, one day.
When I arrived home Richard had invited himself for tea so pork cutlets, boiled potatoes and broccoli then. All was good, washed and trimmed the veg and put on to steam, cooked the pork on top of the oven in the gravy with mushrooms and onions, mmmm. Then came to putting it all out, four plates at the ready, lifted the lid of the steamer and thought, ooh err, what is that? There was something rather large and brown in the broccoli, bit of a twig I thought, don’t be silly, it was a massive centipede that had been steamed at the same time! Oh no, I did wash and trim it all honestly, really don’t know where it came from, so anyway, put the pan over the sink and flicked it out trying my best not to throw up at the thought, then I realised that I couldn’t throw the broccoli away although I very much wanted to as I was dishing the tea out, hmmm, I know. Ian can have it so the piece that it had been on went on Ian’s plate, oh well nothing wrong with a bit of extra flavouring, I mean, at least I had moved it, I could have left it and given him something to crunch!
Later Richard had lent me a photograph of his mother-in-law as I am doing the race for life on Sunday, I have decided to decorate an umbrella with pictures of women that I know with cancer, I had bought some transfer paper to print the photo’s and wording, will look lovely I thought, a pink one for me and a white one for my aunty, or so I thought, I switched the printer and the lap top on, put the first of the pictures I wanted in and scanned it to the laptop, cut it and made it look the best I could, went to load my paper and…….
Ian had used it to print some forms off for his insurance and they where nicely winging their way in the postman’s sack to wherever he had sent them! All I could say was didn’t you look when you saw the umbrellas and pictures and the cardboard that said transfer paper, all he could say was, I saw paper and I needed some.
Oh dear, I suppose the Karma with the centipede for Saturday had just backfired!!!
When I arrived home Richard had invited himself for tea so pork cutlets, boiled potatoes and broccoli then. All was good, washed and trimmed the veg and put on to steam, cooked the pork on top of the oven in the gravy with mushrooms and onions, mmmm. Then came to putting it all out, four plates at the ready, lifted the lid of the steamer and thought, ooh err, what is that? There was something rather large and brown in the broccoli, bit of a twig I thought, don’t be silly, it was a massive centipede that had been steamed at the same time! Oh no, I did wash and trim it all honestly, really don’t know where it came from, so anyway, put the pan over the sink and flicked it out trying my best not to throw up at the thought, then I realised that I couldn’t throw the broccoli away although I very much wanted to as I was dishing the tea out, hmmm, I know. Ian can have it so the piece that it had been on went on Ian’s plate, oh well nothing wrong with a bit of extra flavouring, I mean, at least I had moved it, I could have left it and given him something to crunch!
Later Richard had lent me a photograph of his mother-in-law as I am doing the race for life on Sunday, I have decided to decorate an umbrella with pictures of women that I know with cancer, I had bought some transfer paper to print the photo’s and wording, will look lovely I thought, a pink one for me and a white one for my aunty, or so I thought, I switched the printer and the lap top on, put the first of the pictures I wanted in and scanned it to the laptop, cut it and made it look the best I could, went to load my paper and…….
Ian had used it to print some forms off for his insurance and they where nicely winging their way in the postman’s sack to wherever he had sent them! All I could say was didn’t you look when you saw the umbrellas and pictures and the cardboard that said transfer paper, all he could say was, I saw paper and I needed some.
Oh dear, I suppose the Karma with the centipede for Saturday had just backfired!!!