Ironing with a view

I’m lucky Mr C is so innovative. He found a way of lowering the ironing board so that I could sit down, save the knee, to get all my holiday clothes ironed. (He drew the line at ironing them - but he does do his own ironing). Here’s my view from my ironing chair.

That job done, I made some cucumber and avocado cold soup for Lynne and Gavin coming tomorrow evening. I’m keeping it simple - the pudding was already in the freezer - orange and white chocolate mouse which I’ll serve with strawberries soaked in a strawberry liqueur. Main with be mushroom and spinach lasagne as well as we have masses of spinach in the garden to use, a tomato, radish and onion salad with pomegranate molasses and new potatoes in a garlic/lemon dressing.

When Mr C started with the top coat of the paint on the woodwork he realised he’d made a mistake and used the wrong type of undercoat so he’s going to have to get that off and start again.

Mr C had to have more bloods taken this morning as the last one showed his potassium levels were lower than expected. I hadn’t had any news of my glaucoma meds being ready so phoned the surgery which hadn’t had them so then I had to ring the RVI to chase them up. Just before I did that I noticed a message had come up on my NHS app to say I’d got another eye appointment for August when we’ll be in Suffolk, so I was able to change that at the same time. Gosh this body maintenance does take time.

Last night we watched Race Across the World. It hadn’t been a great series in my opinion as the editing was poor in that they kept showing repeats of the participants talking about their relationships. That was unnecessary. The boring mother kept on and on about how she had only ever been a mother and had no independence. I was more interested in how they budgeted for food and where they got it. And other logistical details rather than the same old same old. Anyway none of my favourites won.

I’ve continued to read my book and rest the leg. It’s an easy murder one by Tana French set in Ireland. It too requires a bit of editing - it’s 590 pages long. I fell asleep on the sofa after lunch - very unusual for me. I’m blaming the last of the codeine.