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Comment on Sticking My Neck Out — An Evening Meal (2) by Bill

Bill — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 10:16:47 +0000

Not good on Saturday beaten 3-1 after scoring first. But so many new players need to gel together. (What an excuse, I hear you say!)

Comment on Sticking My Neck Out — An Evening Meal (2) by Shirley Wells

Shirley Wells — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 15:20:12 +0000

Gosh, you’re very adventurous. Apricot and Almond Galette sounds absolutely gorgeous.

By the way, my football team didn’t do so badly. How did yours fare…?

Comment on Sticking My Neck Out – An Evening Meal. by Bill

Bill — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 14:24:55 +0000

Hi Judith – see my blog for August 6th,for the result !!
Thanks for yout interest. I too like baking best but there is something of a thrill when a dinner party turns out well.

Comment on Sticking My Neck Out – An Evening Meal. by Judith Gilbert

Judith Gilbert — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 08:26:32 +0000

Wow, sorry i can’t be there! Sounds delicious. I hope it is a roaring success. Do let us know. I think you are very brave, I usually do tried and tested recipes for people, but then again, those can go wrong. we picked some small plums the other day and I am going to make some small pies with those today or tomorrow; depends how work goes. I like making pastry and I prefer baking to cooking meals. Maybe because I prefer eating all the wrong foods!!!

Comment on Lost 15 miles from home — impossible? by Judith Gilbert

Judith Gilbert — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 08:22:10 +0000

I didn’t eat too many actually. It was a factory, alas now closed, in Halifax. The men there took me under their wing. I had a few Kit Kats to bring home. I was a bit too concerned as it was late at night and I had to get up in the morning. They had got one of their mates out to look at the car and he said I wasn’t going anywhere else in it that night! They called National Breakdown who eventually came and the boys at the factory made me promise to ring them when I got home. They didn’t like the idea of me taken home by a stranger! It was Yorkshire hospitality at its best.
As to plain or milk? It depends on the
situation. If I am having a piece of chocolate on its own, I prefer Plain, but, if I am having it with a cup of tea ( I don’t drink coffee) I prefer Milk.
I’m not sure about this chilli chocolate etc, though it might be ok to cook with.

Comment on Lost 15 miles from home — impossible? by bill

bill — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 21:22:52 +0000

Judith– How many chocolates did you eat? Do you like plain or milk best?

Comment on Lost 15 miles from home — impossible? by Judith Gilbert

Judith Gilbert — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 10:52:49 +0000

Yes, I have got lost by diversion signs. In a town it is a nightmare. My scariest (is that a proper word?)was when I got lost in a pea-souper of a fog in Halifax. I was getting back to my flat late at night and went down a road that I thought should lead me to the right place; it did, but I could not see two inches in front of me and became totally disorientated. What should have been an eight minute journey took much longer because I kept turning in the wrong direction. Horrible.
By the way the best place I have ever broken down in my car was outside a sweet factory! While I waited for back-up I could have as many chocolates as I liked because it was the night shift! Can anyone beat that?

Comment on WESTERN by Judith Gilbert

Judith Gilbert — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 10:44:32 +0000

Yes, great cover but I still prefer to see more brushstrokes that bring life to the picture and that is why I prefer his earlier work. Publishers seem to want to lose their identity behind a set formula for covers instead of looking at each book individually these days; I expect it is a matter of cost.

Comment on Lost 15 miles from home — impossible? by Bill

Bill — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 14:09:27 +0000

Pleased to find I’m in good company over diversion signs and glad I wasn’t in the centre of a town, Shirley.

Cheery petrol attendants – I will always remember one in particular — years ago, with a young family, we were travelling to Inverness and beyond. We had chosen to go via Balmoral and from there ‘over the top’ to Granton-on-Spey. Some miles out of Balmoral we climbed into low cloud and at that point i remembered I should have got petrol. Doubtful if I had enough to reach Granton! I also doubted if I’d find any in the remote country that faced us. Anxious! Anxious! Then out of the mist loomed a building and a petrol pump! (The old fashioned type with a big handle to wind to get petrol) But no sign of anyone. I had just about given up hope when a door opened; a big rosey cheeked young woman, possibly early twenties appeared, a broad smile, dazzling eyes and a cheery ‘Good morning, sir, petrol?’
‘Oh, yes please, am I glad to see you.’ She unlocked the pump and said, ‘Give it a turn, I’ll be with you in a moment.’ My very first attempt self-service!! It came to almost nothing. There must have been a knack in turning that handle because when she reappeared we had a joke about my effort. She took over and as if it was the easiest thing in the world my tank was filled in no time! A smiling face, a cheery, ‘Goodbye, enjoy your holiday.’ sent us happily on our way.

Comment on WESTERN by Geraldine

Geraldine — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 18:59:04 +0000

I like the new Western cover, almost photographic.I shall look up his web site.