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I used to toast these on the bars of the gas fire when I was a child. We used a fork hooked on by it’s prongs to the horizontal bars in front of the white ceramic blocks that the flames came up through.
Toasting the bottom of the crumpet first, then the top. It would get really hot and the butter would melt all the way down into the bubbled tubes of the crumpet. Delicious x
(not to be confused with English Muffins)
I’m sitting hoping the night will cool down. The backdoor is open and a couple of moths have come in. I’m watching an appropriate film “in the heat of the night”, set in the deep south of the USA. It’s about a black detective and a racist white policeman trying to solve a murder against the racial tensions of the 1960s. Somehow they manage to work together despite their differences. It’s very tense and thought provoking. I think people ought to watch it in these troubled times. I’ve seen it several times. We are so inhumane to people who just look different. It’s crazy.
Went for lunch with my friend. Overwhelmed by the size of my meal… Sausage, bacon, egg, beans, mushrooms, tinned tomatoes, a hash brown, and two slices of toast and butter. When I was younger this might be my Sunday breakfast, but I only eat it occasionally these days. The food was well prepared and hot, I enjoyed it, but also felt guilty having so much when so many are struggling. But it’s still worth asking the question. Why is the world so unequal?
Today I painted a fire for the play Who is Molly Leigh…. Not the fire surround or the hearth, or the objects around it, but a piece of cardboard with a brick chimney backing painted on it and a coal fire burning strongly in the grate.
I asked another maker what she thought and she felt the flames should be more yellow and red, but the photo I worked from showed bright white flames surrounded by glowing yellow, orange, and red. It’s funny how people’s imaginations have stereotypical ideas of how things should look. I really enjoyed adding bright colours in between the coals to make it look really hot.
Hot day, hot even in the shade. And as we rehearsed in costume it felt hotter still…..
“Hello everyone, let’s get straight to it shall we…..” I’m narrating and I start the show. I only have a few lines but I ended up reading from the script because I just couldn’t keep the jumbled words in my head.
When I finally got home I had a hot cup of tea, ond then an ice cream! Weird combination but I just needed rehydration.
Two quiet days and now I’m exhausted again. I need shopping but I’m waiting for it to cool down. The weather app says 30°C likely tomorrow. Long term weather forecast is for 20°C and sunny with a light breeze next Saturday on Mystery day. Wish us luck.
One of my cats, last night he was keeping the bed warm for me, no thanks. 27°C in the day and not much cooler last night. I think he was rather warm too. As soon as I sat on the bed he was off. He’s not a teddy bear sort of cat.
The cats are all over the place in this weather, they disappear in the day, only to come in for fresh water and the occasional meal. But they seem happy. I’m hoping for some rain soon.
Meanwhile I have decided to have another quiet day. Sitting in a darkened room, I’m shattered by tiredness and the heat.
I’d got half my washing on the line, it’s a warm and breezy day so I thought I’d get it done. The flowers on the garden would add a beautiful floral scent.
Then, slump.. The line snapped. My airer is already full. What to do? I’ve hung tee shirts on the door handles. Towels on my step ladder, and on the towel rail in the bathroom, and since I won’t be going back outside in the heat, I even co-opted my grab handles by the back door. What was going to be a relaxing day turned into a taxing day!
Goodness it’s got hot.
Someone serving me in a shop bought me a bottle of water when I was buying more plants. I’d got myself in a real tizzy!
People can be kind xxxx
Well that was a waste of time!
I set out early and spent half an hour in a very hot car travelling about 1.5 miles. I had to walk quite a way due to no spare parking spaces.
I got in to the dentists and reported to reception, ‘your waiting area is upstairs’. Oh! About 20 steep steps, one handrail. If I got up I would struggle to get down. Parkinsons does not make things easy.
So I explained it was not possible. I didn’t want to fall. I asked if I could go in a downstairs consulting room. They tried their best and my dentist tried hard to see if they could fit me in later. But they didn’t ask me! In the end I stopped them. ‘why don’t you let me come back another day?’ they were relieved, I was relieved. Going back in a couple of weeks. The trip home? Another traffic jam. I’m home and hot and bothered with no treatment. I need a rest!
Cooled down and gone overcast. The temperature is now 23.2°C, the screen is showing rain and a barometer reading of 1006 millibars. I think it is hotter outside.
My friend is experiencing 26°C where he lives which is about 100 miles north east of here. I think the worst thing is the humidity. I feel like I’m sitting in a sauna. Hopefully it will cool down and feel more comfortable as the evening goes on. I’m very tempted to eat another ice cream, but I’ve already had one today!
Mallaband-Brown