Valentines Day and hot soup

 The cold weather has finally arrived with a flourish.  Fire was lit early and comfort prevailed in an extra cosy home after the draught excluder had been fitted to both outside doors.

My goodness it has certainly been a year for sorting things out that have been on the ‘to do’ list for some time.

I am not sure why we have felt a lot more secure this year, but it has made a noticeable difference to us both.

I made a different soup recently - red pepper and lime - but we never  got around to trying it.  Today is the day for lunch together with warm mini pittas.

Just to complete the picture, supper tonight will be Sesame Chicken for the slow cooker.  Another one which is a recent find!

Mr D recently found an app called Paprika.  It is designed to store receipes, and a lot more. I/we are still playing around with it but looks pretty good and may stop me from saving and then loosing new recipes.

I still love using my trusted cookery books, but good to have a change.

We had Valentine’s Day last Sunday.  We don’t usually celebrate but this year has been a bit of a game changer in many ways, and I wanted to show Mr D how much I appreciate him, so he is now in possession of some beautiful red roses. 

We were lucky to have a sunny afternoon so sat out in the garden and soaked up how lucky we are.

We have hit a bit of a delay on the raised veg patch which I am missing.  But to make up my mate the gardener came to the rescue with some veg seeds which will be going into pots today.

Photos to come.

By the way, the carrot tops are coming along nicely and I have some baby potatoes to sprout and put in a pot.

In between all this I still plough on with my knitting. And to think when I got the wool I gave myself six weeks to finish both sweaters!

Oh, well.  I will get there.

The virus ploughs on with its disruption. We listen to English radio and watch UK TV and the bumbling humming and gaffawing by the so called experts is enough to put more and more pressure on people in England.

There used to be a child’s game called ‘Simon says’. ....Simon says do this, do that’. Well, change Simon to Bumbling Boris and you get the picture.

On that note I shall get on with my day.

Thanks for reading.