Agricultural Equipment. Of Doom!
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♥Nov. 4th, 2013 // 05:34 pm♥
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I was going to say that I didn't get rained on all day, but then I remembered that I did, first thing this morning. Sigh. It was a lovely, if very cold, late morning and afternoon. This was, I think, the first time we'd had the wind coming in the cold direction down the valley, and it showed.
After I'd ridden him, I put GB out in his medium-warm raincoat. A bit later, when the sun came out and I was in the stable yard, I thought I'd have to go and swap it, because the sun was lovely and warm. But then I went into the field, out of the shelter of the buildings, to poo pick and changed my mind about it!
I pootled off into Canterbury this afternoon, and, amongst other errands, bought myself new boots:
I really wanted something with a zip, but I didn't like any of the designs and didn't want to trust velcro, so I'll give these a go. I also tried on a pair with a modest heel, thinking to get something more wearable and less scruffy looking than the black suede stiletto ones I've had for years, and which made my feet hurt for a good week after I wore them all day at a wedding recently. Rather worryingly, my feet hurt just from standing up to try them on, and continued to do so as I walked back to the car.
When I got home, we took the pooch for a run in the last of the sunshine; she's absolutely full of beans at the moment, in pleasing contrast to when she was feeling poorly, presumably because it's cooler. We drove to the other side of the wood, and in doing so passed the Agricultural Equipment Of Doom that so terrified the horses. Brace yourselves:
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Novacon
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♥Nov. 4th, 2013 // 05:48 pm♥
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Anyone fancy a clothes swap? I seem to have several bags, only one of which actually contains my own clothes.... |
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Oops
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♥Nov. 4th, 2013 // 09:57 pm♥
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11:00am - Flick puts marrons glacés in Aga, and sets alarm for three hours.
1:00pm - Flick realises that the alarm will go off while she's being de-haired, cancels it and SMSs Mike to say "please take them out in an hour or two".
7:00pm - Flick thinks "I wonder if Mike took the marrons glacés out of the Aga? I don't remember seeing them on the worktop while he was cooking. Must remember to check." And then forgets, on account of being in a field at the time.
9:30pm - Flick remembers thinking the above when last in the field. And continues to remember for long enough to get into the kitchen and take them out of the Aga.
I wonder what that's going to do to them...?
(They are rather experimental, and made from windfalls. We shall see!)
(The sugar has, finally, all dissolved in the sloe gin, though, which I take as a good sign! Anyone know if I still need to keep periodically shaking it now or not? Am contemplating taking some carrier bags out and gathering fruit for a second, post-frost batch, but all the ones I'd been vaguely considering for that are now looking a bit old and withered, due to late frost.)
(I paraphrase only slightly when I say that one of the Aga cook books describes the process thus: "Making marrons glacés without an Aga is a horribly long and tedious process. With an Aga, it only requires three or four hours of initial prep time and then popping them in the simmering oven for two or three hours each evening for a fortnight while preparing dinner! So simple!") |
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