As previously mentioned I sent my picture to the DVLA as the old one was too youthful.
So now, I look as though I’ve been exhumed!
Can you believe that the picture below, which is bad enough, could be turned into this?
Steven King could write a horror novel about me: Night of the Risen Pixies.
One of the benefits of eating low carb is that I can eat nuts, other than peanuts, with a clear conscience. The price of nuts seems to have gone through the roof though, and the 100g (3.5 0z) packs of roasted pecans I used to buy from Waitrose for, I think £1,99 went up to £3 odd. I see they have now gone down to £2.85.
Recently, while shopping in the wonderful Costco, I noticed a 2lb (907g) bag of unroasted pecans for £9.99. This works out at £1.10 per 100g so I thought I would have a go at roasting my own.
All I did was spread them on a baking sheet and sprinkled them with salt before putting them into an oven about 220 C 428F gas 7 for 5 minutes. Easy, and quite acceptable.
Having searched the internet I think the price from Costco was pretty fantastic. The 1k bags I found on Amazon and elsewhere were well over double the price.
This morning, as usual, I took the dogs out for a walk. Unusually, but not for the first time, I returned home 10 minutes later after Nellie had tried to murder a sweet little King Charles Spaniel. I deposited Nellie back in the kitchen. BAD girl, grrr.
Anyway, Milo and I had a lovely walk. I actually jogged with intermittent ball throws (for the dog, you understand).
It was as soon as we got to the windmill field that I understood why my face had suddenly aged. The wind, which yesterday was relatively balmy, has changed! It is icy and wintery. My Nanna always said this would happen.
For years I have been kidding myself that I am immortal. Everyone tells me I don’t look my age and my eyesight is failing so I see myself in a romantic blur if I look in the mirror,
Sadly, today, I discovered I urgently needed a new photo for my driving license – such a pain, do I have time for all this? No. But needs must. So to save time I took a self portrait with my phone – at 9am – with the light from above – after a restless night.
Being a hard working, cooking type of person my family lives regularly on convenience foods and take aways. Well not that regularly, I do cook often, but in times of stress, like tonight, I am wont to say ‘How about you two having Figgys tonight?’ Figgy is our fish and chip delivery van – Thursdays only, freshly fried, very popular.
I always get a response such as ‘Woo!’ or ‘Yay’. Figgy’s is treat surpassing anything I could produce so can you blame me for suggesting it occasionally?Tonight Whizz asked for a large fish but Figgy had run out so gave him two regulars. What a plateful!Even Whizz, with his years of experience, failed to finish it – much to the delight of the dogs.