21st August 2024
Shopping day has come around again; the fridge was empty and the breakfast was modest. After a couple of hours it was bursting with goodies again.
I was due to meet up with Lloyd for more beer tasting, but he called and suggested I bring Kelli along to join him, and his wife Nancy for dinner.
After arranging a time we got on with a bit of work in the garage. We were keen on getting the two dressers that we’ve already sold.
It was necessary to get some paint mixed because Kelli had mixed the colour herself for the piece they had already bought. The nearest paint matching specialist was on the way to the shops, an excellent time management example.
We stopped on the way back, but it had not been done. The place didn’t look at all busy, they certainly had the time, that put paid to the painting session.
We sat outside at the Carragh, the evening was warm, and there was live music, Kelli and I ordered a starter of Mozzarella sticks. When they came I dived in not realising what they were. I learned very quickly that they had to be cut into small pieces otherwise the soft cheese feels like you’re swallowing a snake. The first piece started to slide, I panicked, and I thought I was going to choke to death. I kept my cool, as no one has ever died at the Carragh, and I wasn’t going to be the first.
If it wasn’t for the Old Speckled Hen I don’t think I would have survived.
My main course was Bangers and Mash, that is what I call a meal. With a pound of sausages stuffed into a mountain of mash potatoes, doused the rich gravy it was formidable.
It was wonderful, I often dreamt about it ( which was a sad thing to admit) this was my Everest, I was going to conquer.
I restricted myself to one beer (I didn’t want to make a pig of myself) which was enough.
I couldnt manage all the mash, I felt good about, not devouring it all, showed my self control.
Another Lifetime to go 