Busy, busy, busy. Yes indeed.
Saturday was a domestic blur in the morning, which was all very pleasing. Went and got the 4-monthly haircut in the afternoon*, and then Mr WithaY and I went to see "Run, Fat Boy, Run" at the pictures.
It was fun playing "Oooh, what else has he/she been in?" but the story was good too. And it made London look like a place you'd want to live in, and it's been a long time since I've seen anything that made me think that.
Afterwards we went to the Thai restaurant on the Marketplace and had a fab meal. It took bloody ages to get our main course because they were understaffed. They were very nice about it. Several different members of staff came over to apologise, check we were ok, had drinks etc, and the food was so lovely that it really didn't matter.
The lovely lady from the kitchen was helping to clear tables and so on towards the end of the night so Mr WithaY (who is a bit of a top chef on the quiet) engaged her in conversation about the mysterious green leafy ingredient he'd found in one of the dishes. Holy Basil, apparently.
Which, incidentally sounds like a great chef exclamation. "Holy Basil! Will you look at the size of that onion!"
Today has been spent mostly outside which has been fab, what with the glorious autumn weather. We went picking quinces** this morning at Mr WithaY's dad's place, and then strolled through the village distributing them to our neighbours.
Whether they wanted them or not.
It was all very sociable, as we were invited in for tea and cake, and got to chat with many of our lovely neighbours. A walk of about a mile and a half took almost 3 hours. Marvellous.
We have about 40 pounds of quinces in the kitchen now though. If anyone wants any, let me know. I'll email you some.
*Looks fab, hurrah for me
**Not a euphamism