One thing I do love about Winter is soup.
I could happily scoff it all year round.
A good hunk of crusty bread, Antiques Roadshow, a large spoon and a bib, and I'm happy.
O, and a noice bottle of vino.
I'm wearing a fab vintage frock that my darling Vix sent me last year.
I've taken it up a wee bit.
Cream of spinach!
I like cunning ways to get a pile of veges into me.
Like frittata's, or quiche. Or soup.
So cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel.
I've had a mix of songs on my internal radio today, particularly "Tragedy" (Bee Gees) and "Rat in the Kitchen" (UB40). Yesterday it was "Run to the Hills" (Iron Maiden), which is only disconcerting when I have to do the lead break.
Disconcerting to those around me, that is.