Am boggled
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♥Jun. 17th, 2015 // 05:31 pm♥
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This afternoon, I popped into M&S to look for some very light t-shirts and leggings: I'm pretty hard on both, as the former tend to be pale and acquire mysterious stains while the latter usually suffer crotch failure after a few months of hot-weather riding and Pilates. I did get a couple of t-shirts (one in the sale), and a pair of linen trousers (20% off), but was very unimpressed with the leggings: either much too thick and snuggly or in what I suspect could be called 'good for jogging and cycling' colour combinations.
As I had a few minutes to spare, I girded my loins and went inside Primark. When I left five minutes later, I had three pairs of leggings and five t-shirts, all 95% cotton, for less than a quarter of the amount I'd just spent in M&S. I presume that I have some starving Bangladeshi orphans to thank, but I'm really astonished that they're so cheap.
(In Pilates news, I tried the other possible class today and much preferred it to the Monday one I tried last week, and then afterwards had a chat with a woman who's in both and who used to be in my studio class, who was of the same opinion. I'm not sure how I can square doing it with Mike's monthly trips to London, though: either I'll have to do the Monday class those weeks or I'll have to drive him to the station on my way there and then pick him up again in the evening, which will be tricky with the horses at some times of the year. Hmm.)
Joyous news: today, we killed our first horse flies. Sigh. Poor boys. |
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Om. And, indeed, nom.
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♥Jun. 17th, 2015 // 11:10 pm♥
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I have occasionally muttered to Mike about the suitability of the Aga's simmering plate in regard of the making to quesadillas, but (sob, weep) nothing ever came of it.
The other night, though, there was a spare-but-damaged tortilla and a bit of sauce left over in the fajita pan, and lo it was quite tasty, and phenomenally easy, with the addition of a slice of cheese.
And tonight there seemed to be a nearly-soggy tomato that needed easting up, and some cooking cheese in the fridge, and it just seemed logical.... Nom. Very, very nom. Also, takes about a minute: peckish future-visitors take note! |
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