chocolate potatoes

We had just finished a spicy carbonara (one of my specialities) and I went to make the chocolate sauce to have with the chocolate sponge I had cooked but wasn't really paying attention. Tesco custard powder used to come in a yellow and red container with a red lid. Well that's easy and I am not likely to confuse that with the gravy which is in an all red container. So I picked the container out of the cupboard and was ready to spoon the powder into the jug to add the boiling milk when I realised it didn't look right. No one told me that custard now comes in a green and yellow container but SMASH still comes in red and yellow. Not that we use ready made mashed potato, it came from bodybuilder's cupboard and was approaching use by date, but I wonder what chocolate flavoured mashed potato would have tasted like. Any volunteers wanting to try for themselves I will send the rest of the tin to you.
I am not sure how that sums up the last couple of weeks but they do seem to have consisted almost entirely of some near misses and some downright disasters. The Greeks has stolen some of the more imaginative elves and the highest paid gardener in Lapland has won an award and got lots of publicity which he didn't deserve, but it's too late now. (Pedantic readers please note the apostrophe in the correct place).
So, Red Ed is the new Labour leader and delight of delights the title of the Great Blair's memoirs translates to Fahrt in German, or so I am reliably informed. I see that he appears to have donned Harry Potter's invisibility cloak again whilst the Middle East talks are going on - how much is he supposed to be earning to wave his magic wand over the Israel/Palestine issue? However this is NOT a political blog so please regard these comments as an abberation rather the expected norm. Where would we be if Santa had to be politically correct or worry about Elf and Safety (sorry couldn't resist that one - new readers go back about 2 years for an explanation).
Next Sunday is rather special for us and unfortunately we will not make it to our usual church service which is a pity as Elaine Storkey is coming to speak. Elaine was very good to us both during a difficult time several years ago and it would have been good to spend time with her again. It is the harvest festival so my advice Pat is to listen carefully.
Mrs Claus is now a great aunt - woo hoo - as I believe she would say. I am concerned that it may be affecting her in some way as she has begun to go round taking photographs of people's beds on her phone
The Gretna guys seem to be doing well, not sure exactly where they are at presently but I guess all will become clear in the fullness of time. The quiet man has however been far from quiet and seems to be becoming a major part of life again. It all makes for a very full world and not even a mention of crises at work and out of work
more cheer next time and maybe less cryptic clues
good luck blessed one

STRESSSSSSS

Stressed with a capital STR. You know that feeling when you have work piling up, a catalogue of crises and one or two personal issues - and you just can't get on with ANY of them - well that's me at the moment. If you do know that state of affairs then you have my sympathy and if you don't I pray you never will. Somehow it sours even the good things in life when you feel you shouldn't be doing the thing you enjoy or spending time looking at the thing you enjoy, you should be GETTING ON and sorting out the problems. Instead you just keep putting everything off because you haven't got the energy to start or it is just too big to know where to begin. What was the point of going on that time management course? - everything seems to have got much worse since then
Anyway, if I have not made you all suicidal, what about the happier things in life. Went picking blackberries yesterday and with windfall apples made an enourmous crumble. Not content with that I made a chocolate cake but too much icing and then when I was trying to put the top layer on dropped the lot. Mrs Claus was so sympathetic she almost cracked a rib laughing. I won't let her eat any - that will show her. Those of you familiar with her FB page will know that she claims to have forsworn chocolate (at least for the time being), so just Hugh and me then - yummy.
I washed bodybuilder's car - why do I have to wash HIS car? and then I washed my car. Jetski Boy's car remains dirty but I have to draw the line somewhere. In the dirt on his windscreen I suppose. Actually I have been cheating and taking Bodybuilder's car to work so it is only fair really that I give it a wash. With it's larger engine and specially modified exhaust it does make a lovely sound in the country lanes as I am avoiding the M25 and even better when I go through the two tunnels on the way home.
Washing up calls - are Santa's chores never done?
try to be more cheerful next time if any of you have the stamina to stay with me. AT knows a good walk on WB would soon sort me out