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desperanceWell, to be honest, I don't know how unexpected any of this will be to you; but I assert that I was taken by surprise. Thrice.
First, the bloody boys have broken another bottle. Which makes three. Olive oil, wine, and now beer. My dining-room must smell like a bistro. Why - after close on two years of chasing madly about my things - they should suddenly have chosen to break them, I do not know.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jemck tells me that I need to break a match, to avert further breakages; but I think that was to prevent the third? Which it is too late now. I shall do it anyway. If I can find a match. *sighs like an ex-smoker*
Second, I went to town in pursuit of Patrick O'Brian and came home with a capon. I have never even seen a capon ere this, let alone had the chance to cook one. My suspicion is that these days what's sold as capon is really just chicken bred large, rather than a castrated cock, but hey. Capon it says, and capon it is until proven otherwise. I shall brine it, as soon as I have prepared a brine: what herbs, what spices? What ships, what shores, O my daughter?
And third, all that stuff in my last about holidays etc? Apparently I would rather work than clean house; I read through an unfinished novella at the Lit & Phil, and am about to start a new story. So it goes.
First, the bloody boys have broken another bottle. Which makes three. Olive oil, wine, and now beer. My dining-room must smell like a bistro. Why - after close on two years of chasing madly about my things - they should suddenly have chosen to break them, I do not know.
jemck tells me that I need to break a match, to avert further breakages; but I think that was to prevent the third? Which it is too late now. I shall do it anyway. If I can find a match. *sighs like an ex-smoker*Second, I went to town in pursuit of Patrick O'Brian and came home with a capon. I have never even seen a capon ere this, let alone had the chance to cook one. My suspicion is that these days what's sold as capon is really just chicken bred large, rather than a castrated cock, but hey. Capon it says, and capon it is until proven otherwise. I shall brine it, as soon as I have prepared a brine: what herbs, what spices? What ships, what shores, O my daughter?
And third, all that stuff in my last about holidays etc? Apparently I would rather work than clean house; I read through an unfinished novella at the Lit & Phil, and am about to start a new story. So it goes.