Is boring, waiting for a cat to pee. Barry has been trying to bust him out of the bathroom; at least, there was much door-banging and when I went to investigate they'd got it two inches open, and hence up against the barrier I'd built. Maybe they were just playing paw-tag through the gap, but I like to think they were working together to free the Prisoner of the Bathroom D'If.
Me, meanwhile, I have written fifteen hundred words, chopped melons and sugar together to dejuice 'em for jam tomorrow (we in the UK knowing only too well, it's always jam tomorrow and never jam today), and meantime made some nectarine relish out of sheer tedium and needing-to-be-busyness.
I have to say, I am appalled by supermarket fruit. Ordinarily, I buy very little fruit, and when I do it's good stuff. For chutneys, I thought I'd grab whatever the supermarket had. It's abominable: peaches and nectarines both, deceptively red on the outside and hard as rock within. By the time it ripens inside - if peaches & nectarines even do ripen once picked, which some fruits simply don't - it'll be rotten on the outside. Why the hell would anyone buy this stuff, after the first time...?
Me, meanwhile, I have written fifteen hundred words, chopped melons and sugar together to dejuice 'em for jam tomorrow (we in the UK knowing only too well, it's always jam tomorrow and never jam today), and meantime made some nectarine relish out of sheer tedium and needing-to-be-busyness.
I have to say, I am appalled by supermarket fruit. Ordinarily, I buy very little fruit, and when I do it's good stuff. For chutneys, I thought I'd grab whatever the supermarket had. It's abominable: peaches and nectarines both, deceptively red on the outside and hard as rock within. By the time it ripens inside - if peaches & nectarines even do ripen once picked, which some fruits simply don't - it'll be rotten on the outside. Why the hell would anyone buy this stuff, after the first time...?