Saturday June 19th -
Ooooh...a stunning butchers and deli in Hartley Wintney. He makes his own pork sausages with apple and sage..... we bought some for Sunday breakfast and also Gala Pie ( which is what happens when a pork pie mates with a scotch egg!) and French Brie and strawberries and beer....why? Because the Socceroos were playing Algeria. The World Cup dominates television and beloved doesn't need any excuse to watch sport. I went to Tony's niece's house to catch up with the first few days of this blog and left Tony with his nephew to watch us snatch a draw from the jaws of victory.
Tonight we went to a wonderful old Engliah pub called the Shoulder of Mutton where I had hoped to have leg of lamb....but it wasn't on the very eclectic menu ( Roasts only on Sunday). The chef is French and I had Duckling a L'orange....a half a rather tough duck...which explains why a French Chef is working in an English pub. But the atmosphere was lovely, it was a balmy english summer night - the vodka tonic was long and cool...and my blood sugars are STILL behaving wonderfully.
Home to yet MORE World cup - whoever invented soccer has a lot to answer for!
I feel as though I am in limbo - that we're marking time and our holiday hasn't yet begun and I'm starting to get ever so slightly pissed off ( will those who know me well kindly stop laughing)
Ooooh, tough duck, leg of lamb would have been better! It sounds like Tony is settling into the gentle rythyme of this holiday very easily. I am not laughing, really, well maybe just a giggle.
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