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