I seem to have been oh-so
tired over the weekend. I’ve finally worked out why.
I’ve suddenly remembered that
on Friday I finally got out and tidied up the front garden a bit. It took a couple of hours but finally all my
new herbs are planted (and thriving by the looks of things). My hands are
scratched all over after my tussle with the rampant oregano. All this gardening is far more exercise than
I normally get & I suspect that’s what’s wiped me out. By Saturday night I
was asleep in the chair by 9pm (I was nodding off from about 7pm.) I got off to
bed but didn’t wake until after 8am. A similar thing happened on Sunday. I
picked up on Monday. I got the washing out on the line so ended up popping in
and out changing the items, & bringing the dry things in. I even managed to
stay up until nearer midnight but I still didn’t get up till nearer 9am. I’ve
clearly been overdoing it.
Today I was intending to do
the ironing. However, in view of the fact we’re off to do the food shopping, a
more urgent priority, later on, I‘ve decided it would be wiser to have a quiet morning, give myself a chance to get up a bit more of an energy store.
With this in mind the Fox
cooked the chicken for tonight’s dinner in Big Ears, the slow cooker, overnight.
He used some chorizo. I did tell him to leave what was left in a plastic bag in
the fridge & I would sort it out in the morning. I’ve hunted through the
fridge but I can’t find the chorizo. The recipe called for 75g of chorizo. He
can’t have put the whole 200g stick in. Or can he? That’s certainly going to be
my question when I see him next.
I’ve looked in the bin as
well & I can’t find the wrapper so hopefully there’s some chorizo somewhere
& I’m just blind. Much as I like chorizo I can’t help thinking I was
looking forward to a chicken and chorizo stew, not a chorizo and chicken one. I
suspect the latter might be a bit overpowering in it’s paprikaness.
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