Musings – V

Can you remember what life was like before lockdown? It has changed our perspective I think and everyone I speak to refers to “the new normal”, whatever that means.

I've always been very close to my Sister, Whizzer and both her boys. Only geography separates us - Northamptonshire and the Peak District. Since the lockdown began Whizzer has taken to sending me parcels – I don't know whether it's deliberate – I must ask her – they always arrive on a Saturday, the start of the weekend (if you can remember what day it is).

Last Saturday was no exception – inside the box, among other treats was a sight I never thought I'd see – yep, you've guessed – the Marmite Peanut Butter Smooth!

Feast your eyes!

Absolutely!

H asked when I was going to open the jar. A sharp intake of breath on my part and I then explained that I needed to gaze lovingly at my jar for a while and revel in its magnificence – it's like new shoes (or in my case a new handbag) that have been your heart's desire for ages. When and if you're lucky enough to own said shoes or bag you don't wear the shoes or use the bag – you drink in the loveliness.

H thinks – and he's probably right – that I'm as mad as a box of frogs – no news there!

This weeks Musing Menu :

Steak & Onion pie

Smoked Salmon Stack with

avocado

asparagus

poached egg

Pizza – my version

hoi sin sauce

mushrooms, mozzarella, black olives

Maple glazed chicken

New potatoes

Mixed veggies – spring onions, sweet baby

peppers and mange tout – sliced finely to a

similar - stir fried

Nasi Goreng

Sandwich stack with wedges and sides

The dive in stir fry

Instead of a rant this week, a new subject – nature notes.

Picture the scene, I'm taking Rose out for her one hour walk. We live in “gardens” that are circular, split into two semi circles, with one road leading out onto the High Street. As we turn to walk onto the High Street I can see two birds on the ground. Initially, it looks as if they are having fun. As we drew closer I realised that there's a sparrowhawk on top of a baby thrush and the baby is in trouble. I ran towards them shrieking like a banshee and waving like mad and the sparrowhawk, startled by this racket, flew off. We reached the baby thrush who was, not surprisingly, stunned by the ordeal.

We stood and waited, quietly – even Rose - who seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. My antics were rewarded when, after couple of minutes, the baby shook itself and flew into dense shrubbery – that was close.

I cannot say how wonderful a sight it was to see the baby fly off, seemingly not hurt – right place, right time!

A big grin, a warm heart and a good deed for the day.

Back soon, stay safe and well,

Love xxx