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mistletoe-5!!! I can't feel my legs and I am in the house. Mind you, apart from the freezing fog, the world was beautiful when I went up to Tesco this morning. All the trees and the grass were white with hoar frost; a proper winter wonderland. But, it was so cold - 24F - that the ice alert message wasn't working on the car. I did not dally at the shops and I have still to thaw out.
So my calendars are readied for change, tomorrow's duck is hopefully still able to thaw in the kitchen and the accompaniments are lined up to be prepared and cooked. In many ways, I prefer New Year's Day dinner because I can make what I like, which is roasted duck stuffed this year with plum and ginger stuffing, apple sauce, roast potatoes, carrots and parsnips, cauliflower cheese, cabbage and brussel sprouts, all topped with giblet gravy. Yes hog day for me.
The Queen's New Year Honours are out and she has marked our Olympic successes by giving every gold medallist an award of some sort. Chris Hoy, the cyclist, got knighted for his 3 gold medals, a feat achieved by no other British athlete in 100 years. I'm a bit disappointed she didn't make Rebecca Adlington a Dame because she was the first British female swimmer to win a gold medal for 40-odd years. Then she won two and broke a world record. Still.
Terry Pratchett also got a knighthood, no doubt for raising awareness of Alzheimer's which, sadly, he has got. He sounded all right on Radio 4 this morning, just stunned he had got something from the Queen.
The last of the Forgotten English words and tidbits is here: bowelhive: an inflammation of the bowels, to which children are subject. It is brought on by disorders of the milk, by exposure to cold, and living in low, cold, damp situations. It is said that those afflicted with this disease have often a swelling in the side. Hence perhaps the name.
Here, I've got a swelling like that! I though it was my liver. Doesn't say what the symptoms or the cure are. Typical. Hope it's not fatal.
And it is the Feast Eve of St Sylvestre who allegedly raised an ox from the dead but more probably cured it of bovine bloat. It was on its bowfarts anyway. Heee heee
Happy New Year fans and fellow inmates and as they say in Scotland 'Lang may yer lum reek.'
So my calendars are readied for change, tomorrow's duck is hopefully still able to thaw in the kitchen and the accompaniments are lined up to be prepared and cooked. In many ways, I prefer New Year's Day dinner because I can make what I like, which is roasted duck stuffed this year with plum and ginger stuffing, apple sauce, roast potatoes, carrots and parsnips, cauliflower cheese, cabbage and brussel sprouts, all topped with giblet gravy. Yes hog day for me.
The Queen's New Year Honours are out and she has marked our Olympic successes by giving every gold medallist an award of some sort. Chris Hoy, the cyclist, got knighted for his 3 gold medals, a feat achieved by no other British athlete in 100 years. I'm a bit disappointed she didn't make Rebecca Adlington a Dame because she was the first British female swimmer to win a gold medal for 40-odd years. Then she won two and broke a world record. Still.
Terry Pratchett also got a knighthood, no doubt for raising awareness of Alzheimer's which, sadly, he has got. He sounded all right on Radio 4 this morning, just stunned he had got something from the Queen.
The last of the Forgotten English words and tidbits is here: bowelhive: an inflammation of the bowels, to which children are subject. It is brought on by disorders of the milk, by exposure to cold, and living in low, cold, damp situations. It is said that those afflicted with this disease have often a swelling in the side. Hence perhaps the name.
Here, I've got a swelling like that! I though it was my liver. Doesn't say what the symptoms or the cure are. Typical. Hope it's not fatal.
And it is the Feast Eve of St Sylvestre who allegedly raised an ox from the dead but more probably cured it of bovine bloat. It was on its bowfarts anyway. Heee heee
Happy New Year fans and fellow inmates and as they say in Scotland 'Lang may yer lum reek.'
