Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside
I do like to be beside the sea!
But I am not, so all I can do is daydream … and eat prawns, I guess.
Enough about prawns, I hear you all groan, and it is Sunday, and I haven’t done one of my Sunday lists for the longest time, so here goes … FIVE THINGS ABOUT THE PAST WEEK:
- My photographs are a joke.
I know this, because I went off to a local photographic store to invest in some equipment to ‘up my game’. The shop is manned by professional photographers. Allocated to me was a very kind man named Pierre. I explained that I wanted an infinity curve table and, perhaps, some lights and asked his advice. He asked to see some of my photos so that he could make recommendations. As he looked at my blog posts on his computer, poor Pierre clung like an aphid to the counter to stop himself from falling to the floor. His face went puce as he tried to contain his laughter. He didn’t say I should lock my camera away and never touch it again, but he recommended a ‘cameras for dummies’ course that will cost all of the earnings from my current project.
- My current project
is one I wish I could write about. The subject matter is so modern and so relevant and we’d all have so much fun dissecting it. But I can’t, so we’ll just have to wait until the book is published. What I can share is that a publisher sent me my editors-copy of the book I edited last year; the project that saved me from camping. The book is Germany’s Genocide of the Herero; Kaiser Wilhelm II, His General, His Settlers, His Soldiers by Jeremy Sarkin. It’s always very satisfying to see a project finally printed.
- The weather
has been most unseasonal. There’s been a lot of rain and there are puddles everywhere. It’s so damp that I saw two toads hopping around in our passage. I screamed for my husband to take them out into the garden. He said they didn’t come from the garden, our witch-in-training-pre-teen-daughter had hatched them in her bedroom.
- My husband
was in the dogbox yesterday. He took it upon himself to make himself a steak, using my brand new Le Creuset griddle pan. The man’s style of cooking involves flinging condiments on top of whatever he’s frying; in went soy sauce, chutney, ketchup … all burnt down to a kind of indestructible tar-like coating on the pan. I scoured for two hours. Thanks to Side View’s advice, I can now share with the world that filling a burnt pan with fabric softener, and allowing it to boil down completely, is the solution. Pan looks new again. The house is filled with artificial scent of StaSoft Tender Peach, soft as a mother’s love … but this will pass before Our Alice gets back from her weekend and gets cross because she thinks I have been usurping her laundry duties.
- The laundry
I have nothing to share about the laundry, so here is a picture of prawns and linguini, my desk-lunch on Wednesday.