In Waitrose yesterday, Mum asked me if I had my Waitrose card. I asked her why. She said 'You get the Daily Mail free with your card.' To which I announced, rather loudly (and knowing the out-of-town clientele any Waitrose attracts - in our local one Wills and Kate! - I was shot a few disgusted stares...)
'Mother, I wouldn't even use that rag to wipe my backside on. Free or not.' I didn't actually put it quite so daintily.
Enough about her. Now I'm going to talk about another blonde woman in her forties, this one really is beautiful, not just in her own head. I read a brilliant book the other day, 'Wild' by Cheryl Strayed. Now, I don't know who this woman is, but apparently she's an online agony aunt? I read her book, 'Tiny Beautiful Things', and so I knew a bit about her personal history from the responses she imparted to the advice seekers and I thought it would be interesting. I wasn't let down. 'Wild' is the story of her three month, 1100 mile hike along the Pacific Crest Trail when she was in her twenties. Most of the journey was done solo, although there were other hikers she would ramble with for a while and meet up with for rest stops, she wanted to be alone while doing the hike. I don't want to bandy the word 'brave' around willy nilly, it's a word that's completely used in the wrong context nowadays, especially by the mass media. At the end of the day it's something she chose to do... but I really admire her balls. 1100 miles. Sheeeesh.
No recipe post today (is that a hurrah I hear?). Boring food day today, jacket potato lunch and omelette tea. I have about fifty eggs I need to use up before the end of the month. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a problem as I'd just bake loads of cakes. I can still do that. But I can't eat them so, everyone else can suffer along with me :-)
I won a competition yesterday - I won a year's supply of Hair Colour, the Live XXL Brights ones! Judging by the amount of grey hair (it's living with Mr G that has done it) that's emerging it's probably just as well. I don't know what colours I'm going to get, but looking at the range, there's lilac, and blue, and amazing red colours. Knowing my luck they'll send me the shocking Pink, so I can look just like this in time for my 37th birthday...
In other news... Mr G is being his usual 'helpful' self. It's not enough that I am cooking every meal, planning every meal, pointing every meal and keeping track whether he has enough points left for an ice cream at night (when I don't...), but when asked a straight question, he still can't help himself.
Me: What can I do with prawns?
Mr G: Goldfish bowl? Aquarium?
Tomorrow I'll be back with another recipe post - '101 ways with Polo Mints'. You're most welcome.