You can take the girl out of Yorkshire

I have just spent half a day looking for my camera battery charger, only to find that I had safely packed it away in what passes for my camera bag. Stupid place to put it 😉

Mr L is well in practice with the double-glazing-fitting now. Today’s window is already in and it’s only lunch time yet. This kind of makes a mockery of our earlier decision to delay Murgh Makhani until tomorrow and to have takeaway from the pub tonight. Never mind… we have mushy peas!

Here’s the dried Marrowfat peas, steeping and ready to boil.

The Peas (and me)
The Peas (and me)

You can take the girl (and boy) out of Yorkshire but you can’t take the Yorkshire out of the girl (or boy).  Looks like the camera focused on my reflection rather than on the peas. Damn autofocus!

“Steeping” – is that a very Yorkshire word? Sometimes I think that it may be. I can’t say I’ve ever heard of anyone up here setting their tea to steep int’pot.

Only two windows left to go in now.

I must say that this 4-day working week lark definitely improves the life-work balance. I base this on limited evidence naturally, but yes, things seem much improved around here.

Grass to cut now. I’m continuing with my laundry and tidying up in here – and leaving Mr L to get his quota of fresh air on the garden tractor. The tidying is partly in order to get ready for window replacement but also to make space for a quiet evening with a wine bottle and the crossword later.


I went outside, through my two new beautiful and fully functioning front doors, to see how the house looked with its new windows. Not much different really, but now I think we might have replaced all four windows at the front? The thing is, the one in the extension did not need it and replacing the one in the porch seemed a pointless expense. It would look nice, all matching, I suppose.

It will look worse when that shrub dies back 🙂

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