I haven't got the car today, so I've decided it's going to be a baking day.
Mary and I collected eggs from Eirlys's farm from The Marian and soon I shall be making chicken and leek pie, a meat and potato pie, banana loaves and custard tarts.
Eirlys kept me talking as did the old miner in the corner house by the garage.
He always asks me the same question
"How's your friend, keeping well?"
" My husband is fine" I always reply
In one way baking is diversionary tactics from the sweat fest that is moving old Trevor's collection of wood onto the field bonfire ( a job I'll have to do tomorrow), but in another way its therapy.
Baking is a sweet mindful activity.
It clears the mind of bad thoughts.
Trendy Carol (in designer jeans, bright training shoes and bright hipster jacket) was out when we returned with our eggs. I see she has a new outdoor sofa literally smothered in cushions...I forgot to tell her it's longer than the width of our cottage.
I'll post pie photos later
I ran out of plain flour so had to use gluten free flour for the meat and potato pie
( which looks shite)
I've yet to make the custard as neighbour Trevor has just caught me