Saturday, June 29, 2019


From the doorstep, of course.

There are lots more to come, because that’s the way peas behave. But we only have 11 days, as I must leave for England on the 11th. I think it’ll work out all right. I must find another recipe for the late-comers. Suggestions gratefully received. These first ones are about to go into a stir-fry supplied by the Hairy Bikers. I got all the way up to the top of Broughton Street this morning to buy some seafood and some more greenery, to join them. Then I had to lie down for a while.

My cleaner came bursting in yesterday full of excitement because there were apples on my apple tree.

I am sorry for yesterday’s silence. I got through the Italian lesson and the Personal Training and a trip to the supermarket and was then paralysed with Tired and went to bed at 6:30.

I haven’t done any knitting yesterday or today, but hope for a bit this evening, after my stir-fry.


I’ve finished “Nest of Vipers”. (It isn’t called quite that, in the translation I read, but you get the general idea.) It is the most specifically Catholic of the three texts on which our retreat was based, but perhaps a bit too French for my taste. My preference remains with the Kipling story, “The Gardener”. But I must re-read Flannery O’Connor’s “A Good Man Is Hard to Find”. And maybe some more of her. Seriously good, if tough to swallow.

Of course I knew Kipling before, in the form of “If” and “the great grey-green greasy Limpopo”. And I knew that he had lost his son John in the so-called Great War. But the short stories were unexpected. For my 50p, I got an anthology of ten of them. So far, I haven’t read any others.

I felt I needed something light, today. A casual reference in today’s Financial Times sent me back to Tana French and I am re-reading (apparently) “The Trespasser”. It’s there in my Kindle archive, so I must have read it, but it is coming across as completely new, like “North and South”.


  1. I had this:
    for dinner tonight, having picked a handful each of baby broad beans in their pods, sugar snaps and mange-tout from pots outside the back door. I had already eaten the green part of my asparagus so I added the peeled stems, finely sliced. It was absolutely delicious.

    1. That sounds seriously good. Thank you.

  2. We never have any luck with peas but the courgettes have started firing on all cylinders and the makings of the first summer pudding is simmering on the hob.

  3. My peas never do that well, so good for you! I am saving my last unread Tana French for a time when I really need it. Right now I am reading "Somewhere Towards the End" by Diana Athill. A quote about someone "She was an object lesson on the essential luck, whatever hardships may come their way, of those born able to make things."