Richfinch McMogerama, erstwhile co-writer on the great Harmer musical Magnum Opus (plus JMB) 'phoned on Saturday eve, the sweet potato just popped into the oven and the garlic and ginger biriani daal warming nicely - great recipe I downloaded from the Cambridge Chef Liz Cole - 'go on: give it a whirl!' - then Michael C buzzed the buzzerama here at St Anthony's and needed letting in - chaos ensued...
nearly as much chaos as when the phonecall from Susie MacInnes came in about 20 minutes later and dinner was almost done...
"Argh!"
(Dinner invite and HTCC Connect service band chat forgotten about... DOH!)
Anyhow, dinner eaten Chez Moi, and Carson victualled enough to make his journey over not a complete farago, the shamefaced Harper headed over to Number 94 and made his apologies and arrived in time for pudding (apricot tart seeing as you ask - very nice.)
Quite a house.
It's been a social whirl the last few days (- Saturday morning I was spotted (0: by one of the 3 year-old's from the Willow - the MacInneses also had one go there of their brood of 4 -) but the new gym just on Clapham High Road and one street back was great fun and assez relaxant! All sparkle and staff uncertain of what's going on - I went again this morn with Aviary and had another swim.
Is there a national standardisation for gym inductions possibly??? Having had one in September at Queen Mum Sports Centre, it all feels wearily like a cash-raising litigation-culture nonsense exercise rather than anything to do with your health to go through it again at a different venue in January. Groan! Still, it's nice to have a chance to see round the place and learn from the instructors - again!
Tidied the flat all afternoon Saturday which was a miracle of binbag filling - the ruthless sorter-outer of old Lavender Hill Town has been spotted burdening the Bin Men of Wandsworth Council. "Taking advantage of the window-of–opportunity before the rubbish starts being weighed he was- cheek!"
Now, I'm sure there is a small minority of readers who may be protesting that I should have dragged the detritus to the Oxfam. Believe me: Oxfam wouldn't have wanted it - the only salvageable goods were a white bow tie - faded, and about 30 shirt studs of dubious quality + range of bags of assorted dusty-'n -worse clothes and size ** trousers (modesty forbids) mostly dating from the Primark collections of the late 90's to mid noughties - and that's the highlights!
And then I found this Elf at the pub on Sunday after Connect at HTCC had finished and Whiting plus Nic the Baptist Vic and I had headed to the Sun to debrief. There she was sitting at the toadstool table with a bowl of soup and anecdote of how she'd been to see Jean Vanier in France for two days. And then the Aviary Tall Elf of Kindness was very good enough to run NtBV plus Harper home.
Be kind to your inner chaffinch...
This is all so obscure I should elucidate: Richard Mogendorf, (sometimes known on this Blog as various combinations of similar sounding syllables) is a big chaffinch fancier (or something...): in other words he has a fixation with small garden birds - and has concocted some theory that it is the most ridiculous word in the English language to patina his veneer of respectability.
Couldn't comment on the statistics of silly words, but chaffinch is a great word for all purposes. He said on FB this morn that a worthy successor to the musical 'Cats' would be 'Chaffinch!' (exclamation essential) and he may be right! but then again he may not be. His comment was that it was no more ridiculous a title than A.L-W's own.
I suggested Moggy! but he hasn't seemed to have noticed.
Grazie.
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