NO GOING BACK..

I'm at the hospital this morning, at 10.40pm. The hospital is a good hour's drive away, so we are leaving early to miss the traffic. Fingers crossed that my hip is OK for the operation, I have been good and used the elbow crutches, and rested as much as possible.

After my appointment, I'm going to the coast until Tuesday. Hope the weather stays sunny, that's all I need sun, sea and sand, and I'm in my element.
Wishing everyone a great bank holiday!!!!!

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P.S. Quick update. The consultant is very pleased with me, but said that the deterioration in my muscles is getting worse, also because I'm young (yes he said young!) he wants me in ASAP.

I'm very scared and a lot frightened.............

SHOOT THAT PESKY COMPUTER

Ever had one of those days, when you wonder why you bother????
Milo, has his own place.

I spent all morning doing a post about my garden, how hard it is not being able to do what I usually do in it. Down loaded a heap of photos (The computer is on go slow, so took an age). Then the computer did its famous trick of just switching itself off, I lost it all.
Then this morning I phoned the company that I've had my lounge units from, to ask when the rest of them will be here to complete my room.

The units I have ordered should fit in the fireplace alcoves, and replace the audio unit.


The man who answered the phone and listened to my request then excused himself, I waited for twelve minutes listening to the most horrendous music/screeching. "Arh! Mz Windsor, can you give me your order number", being super organised, within seconds I had the paper in my hand and repeated the number to him.


"Mmmmm! we seem to have a problem here Mz W"
What might that be I asked (I was really calm, cool, and collected) .
"The manufacturer's have discontinued this particular line", I heard him say (note I am still cool, calm and collected).

"Why didn't you tell me this when I was ordering the other four units, that are now installed in my house ", I inquired.




A yew table which I painted black and drew a Feng Shui symbol on it. This was the start of my black and gold period.
I love my fireplace. I stripped it down with my own fair hands. It was worth every splinter especially in winter, when I can curl up in front of a log fire.



Me trying to be clever with the camera.


Sorry I have had to started again. I had finished yet another post, down loaded a heap more photos and lost it all again, this is my last try..


I had to move the Grandfather clock into the dining room. Its chimes were too loud to hold a conversation in the lounge.

I will try and remember how this post went, now where was I?


"Sorry madam, but we have no control on the the lines our suppliers discontinue, this is usually from lack of demand".


So what is this guy saying? I have such bad taste no one else orders the products I like!!!



So I ask him what his company is going to do about the predicament its put me in. By now my cool, calm composier is beginning to crack a little.


He tells me the company are under no obligation to compensate me, as they had supplied the merchandise I had paid for. Also, they have no control as to the products their suppliers discontinue.

I have a band playing every night in my garden.

Needless to say as I sit here blogging, a letter is on its way to head office. If I get no joy from them, I will have no alternative but to name and shame this company.


I am sorry but you will now have to view my unfinished rooms and any garden photos the computer hasn't eaten..


My peeing dragon.

So have a good day, or at least a better one than me.

Look at my poor neglegted summer house.


I am so glad there are no ciggies in the home, I feel sure I would have had one.....

HAIRY MEN, MOROCCO, ME AND THE TAGINE...

On Thursday night here in the UK, there is a program on TV called the Hairy Bikers. If you've not seen it before its about two guys who travel around the world cooking recipes from the areas they stay in. Also they are hairy and ride bikes (the title may have given that away).
They are not professional chefs, but have a down to earth approach and are often hilarious with some of the antics they get up to.

If I'm not saving empires or fighting villains off from another time zone, I will take time out and watch their show. Last week they were in Morocco, starting with them cooking a Kefta tagine in Marrakesh's historic City square.

My ears pricked up for two reasons, firstly, a couple of months ago I brought a huge tagine, which has since then been sat in my cupboard. Friends are coming over for a meal next week, and I had thought about doing a lamb and apricot dish. I had seen this recipe in a magazine, but it gave no information on how to use the tagine. Having never used a tagine before, I thought that by maybe watching the show I would learn a thing or two on the best way to go about using it.

Secondly, I daily visit a blog called MyMarrakesh. Maryam who's blog it is, has inspired me with the beauty, history and local charms of this place. So much so, that this is the first place I want to visit when fully recovered, after my operation.
She is a very busy lady , but I thought you never know, I might catch sight of her. Maybe the hairy bikers, had heard of this very talented lady and included her in their show.!!!

So I viewed the show with these two tasks in mind. My eyes searched through the crowds in the beautiful Marrakesh square, alas Maryam was not to be found (their loss). Doubts about my tagine then started. They cooked theirs on a flame, were I had thought that an oven was where it should be placed!!!
They then went to school to learn how to make classic pastilla, their teacher was not about to stand for any larking about, so kept a firm but fair class. As you can see from the picture, Dave (guess which is the hairy biker!) is giving his tutor his full attention, which seems to be amusing her.

Then before skiing on the piste in the Atlas mountains, they made a harira soup, not sure if I would have enjoyed this but I'll try(almost) anything!!!!!

Once they had finished skiing down the mountains, which might I say looked magnificent, they then rode their bikes to a tiny Berber village. On their arrival at the village the locals cooked a whole lamb in their honour. The lamb was buried in the ground and covered in clay. Once it had cooked, it looked delicious as they carved juicy slices of the meat onto their plates, my mouths was watering just thinking about it.
To show there appreciation Simon did a belly dance for them, wearing just his jeans and nipple tassels. Not a pretty sight, but it did seem to amuse the locals.........

Anyway, I'm still in a dilemma, whats best for my tagine, oven or flame????? Would appreciate any advice, even any tagine dishes I could try...

Sorry no belly-dancing to show my appreciation..............