OK Thursday is the day before Good Friday.
It is cold, wet and completely unspring like.
This morning I had to wear my gloves when I was running.
Little black things they are, which grow when you put your fingers in.
I had my keys in one hand and my clock in the other all clutched neatly in my palm as I ran past the river..
When I got to St. Mary’s Church I ran round the gravel path – standing on the church steps was a big goose. Orange beak and deliciously big webbed feet.
The goose looked at me, I looked at her and we parted company.
Ten minutes later, on the way back the goose had waddled onto the lawn by the boats.
She looked at me, I looked at her and we parted company.
I think it was a goose, for all I know it was a Canadian gander, but whatever we had a moment.
I interviewed the delightful BRIAN TURNER this morning, made me miss all my foodie chums.
GFL has faded into the past . Five years of food, five years of daily live telly, it all seems like a little bit of a dream. Brian, however, was as real as bunions.
I am doing the food show on April 6th, along with Manju Mahli, who has brought out a new cook book with a cd thrown in for atmosphere. It should be fun.
I am also sitting in on May 10th, but I dont know anything about the show yet.
I enjoyed todays show. We discussed forgiveness.
The level of discussion was as thought provoking as ever.
Enough now though, I want to take my clothes off, put on my jim jams, make a stir fry, settle down with Jimbo and watch some telly. Tomorrow I’m off to the cottage for a bit of r&r, no not rest and relaxation but a bit of rhythm and roots.
if I don’t get to a pooter befor Sunday HAVE A WONDERFUL EASTER and may your eggs be fertile.