Time for a 3BT post, plus a picture:
After weeks of procrastination, I make a phone call, leave a message and within a couple of hours, Pierre Poisson is on our doorstep and we make a date for a firewood delivery. It's a matter of some pride to hold out on winter fires, as I mentioned before, but also the business of asking for our logs is always slightly discomforting; it's a quid-pro-quo arrangement involving our land, so not clearly defined, and Pierre is not getting any younger. Now, however, it's been amicably arranged, and is another thing out of the way, and we can look forward to the fire as and when we want it.
Quessquitricote - our fortnightly knitting group meeting - is well attended these days. An odd thing is that meetings seem to have a preponderance of one particular colour, today it's the pink/red part of the spectrum. It's busy and noisy, but one by one people take up their wool and walk, and finally it's just down to Soize and myself, and her twin girls, who are never noisy. We talk about dogs and cars (and a bit of knitting) until the librarian calls that she's already locked the doors. I wonder about trying to explaining the concept of a lock-in but don't.
On the way home through the descending autumn evening and spitting rain, I'm not only looking forward to my midweek glass of wine but also to Tom trying a new cauliflower curry. It doesn't disappoint, it's simple and light, but warmly spiced and cooked just right, just beyond al dente, with the cumin seeds and oil to enrich the rice and a good home made tomato chutney. Much as I enjoy eating meat and fish, I love and crave this kind of veggie food more, I know, than Tom does, and appreciate his making the effort to prepare it.
Picture: experimenting, not altogether successfully, using the integral webcam thing on the notebook as a kind of scanner, a card with a hare from my lovely sister. Can't have too many hares.