Actually, that's not true - we did have fish today - but not the fish we intended to have.
Left with some spare smoked salmon following our Sunday brunch, I was all prepared to whip up a creamy pasta dish with smoked salmon, asparagus, mushrooms, cream and fresh parsley, with a hint of lemon zest, when Mrs W got in touch to tell me she was a bit under the weather and not up for a 'rich' tea.
She required comfort food.
Which meant a quick run to the chippy in Frodsham, for a chippy tea. So our fish was battered, rather than smoked. And in my case buried under a mountain of chips coated in a spicy concoction described as 'curry sauce'.
Hardy fine dining, but it tasted pretty fine to me!
So pasta postponed, not cancelled - recipe to come later this week.
Spent an engrossing morning on confused.com, getting quotes for house insurance. Our current insurers had re-quoted at a ridiculous level for next year, and had chosen to charge me something called a 'pre-renewal charge' this month, without telling us, so far as I can tell. So for this unacceptable level of cheekiness and brassneck, they have been canned. Irrespective of the quotes received - just on principle! As it turned out, there are a range of insurers out there who are falling over themselves to quote us at significantly lower levels, so we win anyway.

Would have been nice to spot me and The Boy in the audience though, jammed up against the barriers as we were.

A very cultural soundtrack today - Beethoven's version of the Shangri-La's 'Past, Present and Future'. Anton Kuerti (who he?) on pianoforte, and very good it is too.
But you don't want deaf composers - you want girl groups with big hair! And that's what you shall have. You shall also have one of the most moving, and creepiest, 'pop' tunes ever recorded. What - exactly - happened in the past? I think we can guess, and it wasn't nice.
Don't try to touch me. Don't - try to touch me. Because that will never - happen - again.
Shall we dance?
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