DAY 20 - EGG COUNT 5
Good news, I am a lottery winner! Before anyone gets too excited and starts writing me begging letters, it was only a tenner (could have done with a few more noughts on it) but hey, 'tis better than nowt' as they say in Yorkshire.
Pleased to report hens are on good form and all laying though you wouldn't have thought we had any chickens or even a garden when I opened the curtains this morning as everywhere was shrouded in thick fog - flipping stupid cornish weather, you just never know where you are with it. I dream of waking up every morning to clear blue skies and 28 degrees but then, I suppose one might get bored with that - would be willing to give it a try though.
Today, I have a very interesting 'egg related' fact for you. Did you know that you should always store your eggs at room temperature, in a rack with the pointy end facing down? The reason for this is because the egg contents sink to the narrow end leaving more air in the widest end which helps to keep your eggs fresher for longer. What a veritable mine of useless information I am (actually, my mate Clive up the road told me that so we can blame him.) Bye for now.
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
Two near misses on one day!
DAY 20 - EGG COUNT 3
There must be something in the air as two of us have in the family have had near misses in the last few hours.
Near miss number 1 - eldest son - possible food poisoning.
Son number 1 came home late last night (probably the worse for wear if you know what I mean) and raided fridge. I had left southern fried chicken goujons (uncooked) in box which he thought were already cooked and began to munch. It wasn't until he was half way through second goujon that he realised his mistake and made himself sick. He has of course blamed me and says he will never eat chicken goujons again.
Near miss number 2 - me- possible broken limbs or worse.
The dogs and I have a little game in the mornings when I get out of bed which involves them stealing my slippers, taking them downstairs to kitchen where they wait by the dog biscuit box. I then swop my slippers for a treat whereupon I can get on with the business of waking up to face the world and make coffee with said slippers re-instated on feet.
Unfortunately, our man dog can get over enthusiastic with this game and this morning he caught me completely unawares at the top of the stairs where he ripped the slipper off my foot in mid step and almost sent me flying down two flights. It was a hairy start to my day and I am now wondering how I can un-teach an old dog old tricks. Bye for now.
There must be something in the air as two of us have in the family have had near misses in the last few hours.
Near miss number 1 - eldest son - possible food poisoning.
Son number 1 came home late last night (probably the worse for wear if you know what I mean) and raided fridge. I had left southern fried chicken goujons (uncooked) in box which he thought were already cooked and began to munch. It wasn't until he was half way through second goujon that he realised his mistake and made himself sick. He has of course blamed me and says he will never eat chicken goujons again.
Near miss number 2 - me- possible broken limbs or worse.
The dogs and I have a little game in the mornings when I get out of bed which involves them stealing my slippers, taking them downstairs to kitchen where they wait by the dog biscuit box. I then swop my slippers for a treat whereupon I can get on with the business of waking up to face the world and make coffee with said slippers re-instated on feet.
Unfortunately, our man dog can get over enthusiastic with this game and this morning he caught me completely unawares at the top of the stairs where he ripped the slipper off my foot in mid step and almost sent me flying down two flights. It was a hairy start to my day and I am now wondering how I can un-teach an old dog old tricks. Bye for now.
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
violent video games
DAY 18 - EGG COUNT O (typical, they decide to stop laying now I've used most of eggs up in yesterday's cooking frenzy!)
We talked yesterday about violent video games and what effect, if any, they might be having on young people and violence on our streets. I conducted a small survey of a random collection of people at my local pub last night.
I asked the question - 'Do violent video games cause the people who play them to behave in a violent manner on our streets and encourage the gang culture and knife and gun crime?' Here are the results -:
Age group 5 to 9 years (some friends had their grandchildren there) DON'T KNOW
Age group 17 to 25 years - MAYBE BUT WE PLAY THEM AND WE ARE NOT AFFECTED
Age group 26 to 50 - YES DEFINATELY, THEY SHOULD BE BANNED
Of course, this was not a terribly scientific study but interesting to note that the age group these games are aimed at are the ones who defend them. Youngest son has now conquered Italy by the way - good news, I've always wanted to take a holiday there.
We talked yesterday about violent video games and what effect, if any, they might be having on young people and violence on our streets. I conducted a small survey of a random collection of people at my local pub last night.
I asked the question - 'Do violent video games cause the people who play them to behave in a violent manner on our streets and encourage the gang culture and knife and gun crime?' Here are the results -:
Age group 5 to 9 years (some friends had their grandchildren there) DON'T KNOW
Age group 17 to 25 years - MAYBE BUT WE PLAY THEM AND WE ARE NOT AFFECTED
Age group 26 to 50 - YES DEFINATELY, THEY SHOULD BE BANNED
Of course, this was not a terribly scientific study but interesting to note that the age group these games are aimed at are the ones who defend them. Youngest son has now conquered Italy by the way - good news, I've always wanted to take a holiday there.
Monday, 11 May 2009
Domestic Goddess
DAY 17 - EGG COUNT 5
Today, I have been a true domestic goddess in the kitchen and the huge basket of eggs from the weekend is now diminished somewhat. Our fridge is bulging with homemade egg dishes including tuna and sweetcorn quiche, scotch eggs and a large pot of egg mayonnaise. Our worktop is also graced with a lemon curd victoria sponge which, if I say so myself, would easily win best in it's catagory in any village show such is it's lightness and depth (there are also two more in the freezer which can be defrosted and assembled at a later date.) Unlike some who confess they find cooking a chore, I regard it as therapy - one can do much thinking whilst one is rubbing in pastry or whisking up cake mixtures. Then, one has the joy of seeing a finished product which is devoured with much gusto by one's family and friends, truly satisfying!
My youngest son has just come into the office to inform me he has conquered Cuba - think this must be something to do with a computer game about the mafia which he was telling me about the other day. I do worry about these violent so called games, not so much for him as he is almost 18, is relatively sensible and not displaying any violent tendencies. But, is there a connection between these awful video games and what is happening on some of our streets with the gang and knife culture? I shall return to this subject after conducting a little research.
Today, I have been a true domestic goddess in the kitchen and the huge basket of eggs from the weekend is now diminished somewhat. Our fridge is bulging with homemade egg dishes including tuna and sweetcorn quiche, scotch eggs and a large pot of egg mayonnaise. Our worktop is also graced with a lemon curd victoria sponge which, if I say so myself, would easily win best in it's catagory in any village show such is it's lightness and depth (there are also two more in the freezer which can be defrosted and assembled at a later date.) Unlike some who confess they find cooking a chore, I regard it as therapy - one can do much thinking whilst one is rubbing in pastry or whisking up cake mixtures. Then, one has the joy of seeing a finished product which is devoured with much gusto by one's family and friends, truly satisfying!
My youngest son has just come into the office to inform me he has conquered Cuba - think this must be something to do with a computer game about the mafia which he was telling me about the other day. I do worry about these violent so called games, not so much for him as he is almost 18, is relatively sensible and not displaying any violent tendencies. But, is there a connection between these awful video games and what is happening on some of our streets with the gang and knife culture? I shall return to this subject after conducting a little research.
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Escapee is back!
DAY 16 - EGG COUNT 5
Good news, the escapee is back, she was there when my husband checked on them early last evening and didn't seem any the worse for her little adventure - expect she left an egg somewhere in the back field but we're not desperate enough to go searching for it. We must have two dozen in the basket at the moment and I'm running out of ideas of how to use them up. There's only so many omelettes and victoria sponges a family can eat. Perhaps we will set up a table at the end of our drive and offer them for sale but then that would only upset our man dog who's greatest joy in life (other than going for a walk or eating) is to lie by the gate and bark at everyone and anything that passes by. We don't need a doorbell or knocker in our house as he lets us know the second anyone's foot is on the property, bark, bark, bark ... I have given up shouting at him now and simply rap on the window which usually brings him flying through the dog flap and I will give him a small treat - on a good day, he'll get through about half a kilo of dog biscuits but that's a small price to pay for my sanity.
Good news, the escapee is back, she was there when my husband checked on them early last evening and didn't seem any the worse for her little adventure - expect she left an egg somewhere in the back field but we're not desperate enough to go searching for it. We must have two dozen in the basket at the moment and I'm running out of ideas of how to use them up. There's only so many omelettes and victoria sponges a family can eat. Perhaps we will set up a table at the end of our drive and offer them for sale but then that would only upset our man dog who's greatest joy in life (other than going for a walk or eating) is to lie by the gate and bark at everyone and anything that passes by. We don't need a doorbell or knocker in our house as he lets us know the second anyone's foot is on the property, bark, bark, bark ... I have given up shouting at him now and simply rap on the window which usually brings him flying through the dog flap and I will give him a small treat - on a good day, he'll get through about half a kilo of dog biscuits but that's a small price to pay for my sanity.
Saturday, 9 May 2009
Dreams are shattered.
DAY 15 - EGG COUNT 4
Two pieces of bad news today.
Firstly, I did not win the Euromillions 110 million pounds rollover jackpot last night or even one small part of it. Evidently the whole world and his mother was as excited as me to check their numbers this morning causing the national lottery web site to crash and burn. I had to take my bitter blow from a BBC site who I must say, let me down in the nicest possible way. So, it is back to plan B which is to work for my living and try to earn enough to keep the mortgage paid, keep up with the bills and put food on our table. It was nice to dream while it lasted though.
Secondly, one of our girls is missing. I did spot her on the back hedge this morning but when my husband went up to feed them, she was gone. We have checked the field behind us but there is no sign of her (mind you, it is a large field and she is only a small hen.) We have had escapees before and they usually return - just hope she makes it back before dark or she might be a gonna, there are definately foxes about as we heard one calling late last night. Bye for now.
Two pieces of bad news today.
Firstly, I did not win the Euromillions 110 million pounds rollover jackpot last night or even one small part of it. Evidently the whole world and his mother was as excited as me to check their numbers this morning causing the national lottery web site to crash and burn. I had to take my bitter blow from a BBC site who I must say, let me down in the nicest possible way. So, it is back to plan B which is to work for my living and try to earn enough to keep the mortgage paid, keep up with the bills and put food on our table. It was nice to dream while it lasted though.
Secondly, one of our girls is missing. I did spot her on the back hedge this morning but when my husband went up to feed them, she was gone. We have checked the field behind us but there is no sign of her (mind you, it is a large field and she is only a small hen.) We have had escapees before and they usually return - just hope she makes it back before dark or she might be a gonna, there are definately foxes about as we heard one calling late last night. Bye for now.
Friday, 8 May 2009
It's nice to dream.
DAY 14 - EGG COUNT 6.
We obviously missed an egg yesterday or one of our girls is double laying.
Now we have them roaming free in the veg patch, they don't always go back into the hen house to lay. They have other favourite spots such as behind the greenhouse and under the honeysuckle. My husband now has an easter sunday type egg hunt every morning which I find rather amusing (he doesn't.)
I have just purchased a Euromillions lottery ticket as tonight's jackpot is 110 million pounds! Spent the whole of the drive back from Asda dreaming of how I would spend it. Firstly, I would give 1 million pounds each to my three best friends (who will remain anonymous in order to avoid bad feeling.) I would then ensure my two sons' future was secured, have a huge party down the pub and leave the country quite soon after (oh, I might just pay a few bills and credit cards before I go.) I would then spend two weeks in some hot paradise country in order to plan how I would spend the rest of my life. I'm thinking I would need to do something very philanthropic like build a hospital or orphanage for a poor third world country, I would travel quite a lot so I could decide which countries to have a house in, I wouldn't have a face lift (or any cosmetic surgery) but would have lots of lovely beauty treatments and buy hugely expensive beauty products. How lovely it is to dream but better get back to work, mortgage is due for payment next week.
We obviously missed an egg yesterday or one of our girls is double laying.
Now we have them roaming free in the veg patch, they don't always go back into the hen house to lay. They have other favourite spots such as behind the greenhouse and under the honeysuckle. My husband now has an easter sunday type egg hunt every morning which I find rather amusing (he doesn't.)
I have just purchased a Euromillions lottery ticket as tonight's jackpot is 110 million pounds! Spent the whole of the drive back from Asda dreaming of how I would spend it. Firstly, I would give 1 million pounds each to my three best friends (who will remain anonymous in order to avoid bad feeling.) I would then ensure my two sons' future was secured, have a huge party down the pub and leave the country quite soon after (oh, I might just pay a few bills and credit cards before I go.) I would then spend two weeks in some hot paradise country in order to plan how I would spend the rest of my life. I'm thinking I would need to do something very philanthropic like build a hospital or orphanage for a poor third world country, I would travel quite a lot so I could decide which countries to have a house in, I wouldn't have a face lift (or any cosmetic surgery) but would have lots of lovely beauty treatments and buy hugely expensive beauty products. How lovely it is to dream but better get back to work, mortgage is due for payment next week.
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