bookmark_borderRomantic as hell

Note: The following post contains romantic imagery. Those of a weakened romantic disposition should look away now.

No flowers, or chocolates, just a drive to a cosy pub in Biggar, a roaring fire, and a wholesome pub lunch. A leisurely wander round the town and a meandering drive back, stopping to take pictures here and there (although when the sun began to dip, streaming through some clouds in the distance, could I find a place to stop the car? Could I hell..).

Home for dinner, Beef Wellington, baby potatoes and mushrooms. All hand-made by yours truly. A rather delicious Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon, and then a Chocolate and Almond Torte made by the missus. A few liqueurs, some music, some dancing, and then…

[insert image of post-coital cigarette]

What a lovely day.

bookmark_borderTig, you're it!

What games did you play when you were younger? Hide and seek? Tig? British Bulldog? Hopscotch? My favourite was probably ‘ball tig’. Mainly because I was a lot better at throwing a ball than kicking a ball (born true by my preference for basketball over football).

Louise’s birthday yesterday. Quiet day to ourselves. Wandered round the shops, had coffee at our favourite little place (Crema in Hamilton), and started thinking about getting a new bathroom – hey it was her birthday so if she wanted to trail round DIY stores who am I to say no? 😉

I cooked Chicken and Mushroom Stroganoff for dinner, I would give you a recipe but I wasn’t really following one, kinda used this one, and guessed amounts based on other recipes. It was delicious if I say so myself, chocolate gateau followed (bought), all accompanied by a very drinkable Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon. Yum.

Got out a couple of movies to watch: Spy Game, and The Score. Spy Game was good, Robert Redford and Brad Pitt were, as ever, solid, reliable and believable, nice story, and it will probably make it’s way into our collection at some point. The Score was average. Robert de Niro was, well Robert de Niro. This kinda role he can do in his sleep. Edward Norton was superb. I’ve yet to be disappointed by him, and he seems to be very adaptable to differing roles.

Today: washed car, tidied house, tried to cut grass but lawnmower appears to have died quietly in it’s sleep – which is odd as I always thought it would go out in style, a big bang and lots of smoke or something – my parents and sister are coming over, and we are all going out to dinner, probably DiMaggio’s. Good food, good wine, good company. What a great way to round off a weekend!