Thursday 29 January 2015
Rain 7 degrees
Take OH a cup of tea and it looks like the bed has been a wrestling ring for rhinos. He struggles out of the sheets which have him in a dead lock and announces that he has spent the night chasing (in his dreams) obdurate chimpanzees who were insulting him and throwing bananas. It is only when he tries to get out of bed, that he discovers he has both legs in one of his pyjama legs....
Spend the day uploading properties and walking the dog, who is very bored but doesn't want to go out in the rain. Late afternoon speak to a friend who tells me that there is a weather warning out, and we should batten down the hatches.
I pin back the shutters and discover we have no firelighters. I can't make fires without firelighters. Bugger, bugger, bugger. Use five million bits of sticks and most of a newspaper that we will now never know the contents and finally, after an hour of almost asphyxiating myself, get the sodding, bloody fire to light.
Rain is lashing down and we have hardly anything in the cupboard. Consult the BBC website which gives supplies based recipe suggestions and manage to come up with chicken parfaits using the old, pungent blue cheese, some spare chicken breasts and the remnants of a packet of Bayonne ham. Mashed potatoes tarted up with some creme fraîche and a variety of little roasted veg. Not bad, Mrs, even if I say so myself.
OH arrives home looking knackered after tiling above the bath in the rental unit. He produces a good bottle of white and we watch Eggheads. Looks like Daphne is no longer on the team. She was phenomenal and could always guess right, even when she didn't know the answer.
We started watching the most dreadful film which OH had recorded a while ago, when I wasnt paying attention. By Werner Herzog, it was called Aguirre the Wrath of God and was filmed in 1972. Here is the summary