Sheffield was resplendent today, except we had to go down The Moor to a shop called Atkinson, one of the oldest family stores in Sheffield, it was totally destroyed in 1940 in the blitz and rebuilt in it’s current form in 1960. (According to a plaque on the wall, you don’t think I’d know that off the top of my head?) Adjacent to the store, they are building the new market and all you could hear were jackhammers, peckers, compressors and men in orange flak jackets shouting. Astrid bought some new clothes for our forthcoming trip to The Netherlands. I looked at one or two tee-shirts but £14 for a tee-shirt, stuff that, I can get a decent rugby shirt for that. We popped in at Flaming Dragon on the way back and had a wonderful Chinese buffet meal. No cooking tonight ha ha.
The garden is looking good, given the amount of rain we’ve had. However, not all is how it seems. The tomatoes and beans have been a dismal failure. The apple tree has four apples left, yes FOUR. Bloody awful year. There is no fly life at the reservoir, the trout are normally rising all day long but not this year. I haven’t seen one bat in the evenings. Mind you, it’s not all doom and gloom, the rosebay willow herbs are doing really well in the old fellah’s garden next door but one. He has OCD. I feel really sorry for him, it takes him an age to shop, check this check that. I and once saw him hanging his washing and he hung the same matching pair of socks a dozen times until they were right. I don’t know whether people with OCD suffer anything physically but I do understand it can cause emotional distress. I once thought about offering him a lift from the shops but he has terrible clothes/body odour. With the best will in the world, I don’t want a car seat that stinks, in my car all the way to the eastern side of Holland.
If you think the photo quality has gone downhill, it’s because I use my phone unless I deliberately set out to take photos. The jackdaws were taken with the zoom lens though, through the kitchen window. Did you know jackdaws spend a year flirting then effectively get engaged and after their third year, pair for life. This couple of love birds spend a lot of time on our neighbour’s roof by the chimney. They burn something in the winter so the chimney must give them warmth. They also sunbathe on the television arials after it had rained, by hanging their wings out to dry.
The last one is something we rustled up a couple of days ago. It is sliced leg of pork fried in Croma. The white stuff is Indian paneer cheese, it’s similar to Cypriot halloumi but not as salty. The pasta was conchiglie with a load of flat leaf parsley and half a block of Boursin cheese in it.