I slept very badly last night. Probably because I was too full from the previous nights piggery. It was hard to get comfortable with enough food to feed half the nation swirling round in my belly, all of which was longing for some digestive acids to come their way so they could make some progress out of the stomach. Fat chance! Then the guilt that I had eaten so much began to niggle.
So I woke up feeling exhausted and tetchy. Normally the sort of day that would send me snuffling off to the trough/bread bin to start eating slice after slice of thickly buttered toast. Not today though. My mate Will Power had returned and I actually didn’t really feel hungry. Plus I never have bread in the house any more 🙂 Now there’s a top diet tip for you.
I decided to have a half portion of the delicious muesli I had bought in the Town Mill Bakery In Lyme Regis at the weekend. I had 25 g muesli, 1 tbsp Greek yogurt and a splash of soya milk. It was hardly worth making the bowl dirty, it was such a small breakfast. But it was delicious. That and a cup of tea put a bit of a spring back in to my step.
Tuesday = Tennis.
On Tuesdays I go to Ladies Drills which is about an hour of coaching and then half an hour of playing a game of tennis. I LOVE tennis. I enjoy playing it and I enjoy watching it. And I enjoy being with the people who play tennis. Well, certainly at Sissinghurst Tennis Club. All the ladies who play are very lovely and so are the coaches at the club. At drills we all want to improve our game but we don’t take tennis or ourselves too seriously. The husband of one of the ladies who plays calls drills “tap and chat”. How very dare he !!! OK so we do chat and we also laugh a lot but there are some competitive moments too. And some very fine tennis.
So I was really looking forward to going and so was Harvey because in the holidays he gets to play with some other children from school, as their Mummy is also playing tennis. So while we chatted, laughed and whacked the little yellow balls about, we could hear the children playing and giggling on the other side of the hedge. Children’s laughter is one of my favourite sounds.
All games start at love all. Why does tennis have a score line that includes ‘love’? According to the Online Oxford Dictionary , it has been adapted from the phrase ‘to play for love ‘ (of the game) i.e. to play for nothing. I think the quirky scoring in tennis merely enhances its appeal even more.
I played badly today but still enjoyed myself and walked away feeling much happier than when I arrived. Harvey had a brilliant time playing in the park and we rushed home as he had a play date for the day due to arrive; Angus from his school.
I picked my first beetroot today from the garden. Look at the colour of the leaves! It is a variety called “Bull’s Blood” and is grown more for the leaves than the bulb. I intended to have them in a salad but they are still in the fridge, alongside the bulb which has been roasted and is ready for eating. I also picked the last of the broad beans 😦 and the last of the potatoes.
I had some spinach dal lurking about in the fridge from last Wednesday so I heated that up for lunch. I am not bothered about use by dates. If it looks ok and doesn’t smell revolting we eat it. I didn’t want to poison our visitor though in case he had a more delicate constitution. I also wasn’t sure what he liked to eat so the boys had sausages, potatoes (which I chopped up and baked in the oven) with peas and sweetcorn. Quite a safe bet. And my spinach dal and remnants of potato and pea curry were even more delicious than the day I made it.
While the children were happily occupied by playing outside, I had a splendid afternoon clearing out cupboards. I was upstairs sorting through the linen cupboard, odds and sods cupboard and the cupboard where occasional wear is stored. I got lots done, found some long-lost treasures I had forgotten about and some horrors which made me wonder what on earth was I thinking when I bought them? So 2 huge floor to ceiling cupboards are clean and tidy. But there are piles of things all over the landing and my bedroom floor; some for the charity shop, some for Ebay, some for I am not quite sure but I am sure inspiration will strike soon. Or the bin. One or the other.
In the early evening, while waiting for Harvey’s bath to run, I came out of the bathroom and stopped to admire the clean and tidy cupboards once again (I am that sad that I do things like that). But to my absolute horror, coming out of one cupboard, was the most enormous spider I have seen in months or even years. I feel sick to think it must have been hiding in there while I stuck my head in. How had the Hoover not sucked it up nor my cloth not killed it as I scrubbed every shelf, wall and even the ceiling. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!
I am a complete arachnaphobe. So I screamed the place down and then came over all peculiar. Harvey clung on to me for dear life and we were too scared to move in case we saw it again. Lara doesn’t like spiders either but she was very heroic. With the aid of a step-ladder (in case it ran and she didn’t want it near her feet) and Harvey’s hockey stick, she managed to club it to death. I sucked up the grisly remains with the Hoover and Harvey felt hard done by as he had to clean spider goo off his hockey stick. Thank you Lara for saving us from probably decades of anxious sleep, wondering where the 8 legged monster had gone. Makes me shiver just to remember it.
Dinner time. I am saving some WW points for whisky tonight (see why later) so had a very light supper of a Spanish style omelette which I shared with Harvey. Lara and James apparently don’t like omelette, tonight. So they were left to their own devices.
So for 2 people, this is what I used to make a Spanish Omelette.
2 smallish potatoes
1/2 tsp salt
2 tbsp olive oil
1 large field mushroom
1 large ripe tomato
4 medium-sized eggs
Slice the potato as thin as you can. I cut each potato in half and then sliced it with a Mandoline (not the musical instrument, silly !) so each piece was small and very thin.
Put the sliced potato in a bowl with 1/2 tsp salt.
Slice and chop the onion finely and add to the potato and salt. Mix well so all pieces of potato and onion have some salt on them.
Gently heat the oil in a frying pan and add the potato and onion. Fry gently on a low heat, stirring regularly for about 15 minutes, so the potato is soft.
Add the tomatoes and mushrooms and cook until softened.
Crack the eggs in to a bowl and whisk until just blended.
Pour over the vegetable mix and leave to cook on a very low heat for about 10 minutes.
To finish it off, you can either put it under a grill to cook the top or turn it over by tipping the omelette on to a dinner plate and then tipping it back in to the pan. Or do what I do and just flip half over the other half (like a calzone pizza) and leave in the warm pan for about 5 minutes so you don’t have slimy whites. I had intended to serve it with a salad but I couldn’t be bothered so I ate it as it was. Harvey had ketchup with his and we both thoroughly enjoyed it.
I have noticed, from looking at my photos, that all my meals today have been yellow. Not by intention but by chance. Yellow. Just like a tennis ball.
I had a melancholy moment earlier in the day as it would be my Mother’s birthday today if she were still alive. She would be 75. She was only 56 when she died and it is impossible to think of her as an old lady. I am rarely melancholy about special days anymore, such as on the anniversary of her either coming in to the world or leaving it. But today I am. Probably because we have just been in Devon, staying with Ian who was her partner/husband for 19 years so that always makes me think of her. And Ian has lots of pictures of her in the house which is lovely to see. I should put more up myself.
I was also more conscious than normal that today was her birthday because Lucy made a tribute pudding – a Summer Pudding which was one of her favourites – which is a lovely idea. But it surprised me because we have not mentioned her birthday for a long time.
But today I am going to. I wanted to do my own tribute to Mummy. There are 4 things that spring to mind when I think of my Mother. 4 things, besides my 3 sisters and I, that she loved. And unlike her girls, who she didn’t see or speak to daily, she did enjoy all of these every day: Lambert and Butler “ciggies”, KitKats, The Daily Mail and whisky.
Well I don’t smoke, I don’t have enough points for a KitKat, The Daily Mail doesn’t appeal and so that leaves the whisky. So for my mother, I have saved 6 WW points, so I can drink 75 ml of whisky. I usually drink it with ginger ale, but as a tribute, I am drinking it with a splash of water, as she would have done. And I am burning an apricot scented candle in the pretty pink tea light holder with the silver garland, that I always use when burning a candle for her.
So cheers and happy birthday to Mummy. And for my 3 sisters, I love you all.