Behold, a scarf. Not just any scarf, but Julie's first ever scarf. As a friend of mine commented on Facebook tonight, "the winter nights must just zip by with this excitement". Anyway I'm keen on this image as it is one which reveals in all it's forms, the hibernating winter evening performances at chez Azalea. The routine follows something like this.
1900hrs I arrive home. 19.02-19.15 listen to the Archers on Radio 4. Sometimes with a fish based supper, sometimes not. Either way a fish based supper appears most evenings, unless that is I perfome one of my legendary strops and have a pizza and chips. That said, last nights fish based supper was grilled sea bass, new potatoes, green lentils and mixed beans. Delicious yes, filling not so yes, resulting in toast and honey for supper + 1hr.
2000 to 2200 - either watch Midsummer Murders or Endeavour repeats on Freeview. Or squabble over what to watch like petulant 10 year old who have consumed too many E numbers in their sweets. Or as in the above photograph, listening to Bach Mass in B on Radio 3 with an improving text about Shakespeare - he'll go far I think as a writer. while stage right the rhythmic clickety clack of the instruments of knitting. And a few words of Anglo Saxon when a stitch is dropped.
2200-2230 Lord and Lady D retire to their respective boudoirs, unless that is there is a blokes film on, in which case Lady D will disappear gracefully in her house socks, and I will settle down with a chip butty and beer to watch the film in question, Monday was Jason Bourne. Around 2300 I often receive texts, "that music is loud", "can you bring orange juice up when you come up" Have you switched the WiFi off"
......and so to bed at 2330-2359 hrs. Domestic bliss..
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