Hi Mary – Hello66 said to say hello to all soldiers on Lizzie’s thread so not sure if you saw it?
Just us today methinks what with it being Thanksgiving. I got to 24 hours with my fast last night but then had an impromptu invite to my Auntie’s for dinner on the way home from work as my other uncle was over from Cyprus for a visit so it was lovely to catch up with him. She very kindly did me baked salmon salad. Two of the others tucked into cheese and mushroom toasted sandwiches. I would have drooled at that once upon a time, but it just didn’t look that appealing. Would much rather have melted cheese and mushroom wrapped in an thin omelette these days!
Yes, that was a very entertaining story of yours, Allie. I’d love to have been a fly on the wall that day, watching your OH’s face! Must have a been a picture! I love “oldies” that rock! 🙂 I’d have fitted in extremely well at your table!!
Well I had a potato-less turkey dinner just now at work – small portions but tasty with roasted cauliflower, carrots and braised cabbage. I am going to try again now with the fasting and see if I can last until brunch Saturday morning which will be approx a 46 hour fast!
I have a Xmas story for you…. I hope I can do it justice – difficult cos you need to know the personalities… here goes…. it was quite a few years ago now, my late grandparents Nanny B and Grandpa never would go anywhere and every year it my mum would start in October to cajole them to come over for Boxing day (day after Xmas). Every year it was the same, no, nothing to wear! And this visit included being collected and brought back home…! Well, around 1982 this was, my then boyfriend and I drove the 14 miles to pick them up in one of his “cars” which he was going to do up! He never did get around to doing it up in the 3 years it was parked on my parent’s drive much to my mum’s annoyance. As we were driving along, I could smell burning and there was this rythmic chaffing sound… We got nanny and grandpa squeezed into this old Ford Prefect and brought them back to my mum and dads house. They had a very pleasant visit and around 11pm, we drove them back home… more burning and chaffing but we just ignored it! They lived in a suburban area with an off licence (liquor store?) on the corner opposite. It wasn’t the safest of areas either by the 80’s with lots of strange nocturnal goings on in the shadows by the local residents – just painting a picture here! We got to the front door and found they’d both forgotten their keys! Nanny’s sister lived next door but one so we knocked on her door to see if she had a spare key. She didn’t but she did have an empty ice cream container full of old keys! You know, everyone has a container with “stuff” in case it becomes useful, right?! She also produced a torch so that we could rummage through this box of keys, trying various ones, hoping to find one that would fit! Problem was, the torch battery was starting to dim but we struggled on gallantly …. Grandpa then came up with the idea of trying to jemmy the wooden strip off the door frame on the side which acted like a draft excluder. His idea was to then slide a thin credit card between the tiny gap by the lock, in the hope that the curved side of the lock would spring back into the door. Problem was, it took such a lot of effort and panting trying to get this strip of wood off that we were stirring up interest from the surrounding houses and shops! We could see two shadowy heads peering over the half frosted pattern on the off licence window, so my nanny turns around and waves to the two sisters and in a large stage whisper says… “we’re locked out so we’re trying to break in!”. Meanwhile, this very large Caribbean lady comes strolling down the street, scuffing along in her backless slippers and stops outside the house and openly watches grandpa. She doesn’t speak so I explained what had happened and satisfied, she tutted and continued her very slow walk up the street! My nanny, totally unperturbed, is just standing politely waiting with her arm linked in mine. By this time, grandpa is struggling so much to remove this strip of wood that he brakes wind with the exertions! I started to shake and squeak with suppressed laughter and my nanny just elbows me and says “nothing to laugh about!”. Well that just made me worse! My BF was holding the rapidly dimming torch for my grandpa and I could see the pinprick of light suddenly moving up and down as he tries to control his laughter! Ten minutes go by and the large lady strolls by in the opposite direction for another look…. by this time, the neighbours on the other side arrive home and park up outside. About 10 of them emerge from this 4 seater car…. it’s like watching a magician and his hat… no seat belt laws in those days. The father says… I have a ladder, would that help? Oh yes, replies my nan, I’ve just remembered, I’ve left the back bedroom window open a crack! With that, my BF goes with the neighbour, gets the ladder and climbs in the bedroom and opens the front door! It was such a relief! We got home and told my mum and dad the tale and we laughed until we ached! That story often gets told at Xmas. Of course, nanny never saw the funny side of it and neither did grandpa!
Happy days
Kazzzeeee xx