Well I started today feeling a tad under the weather still and this did not improve after a visit to the local supermarket and having to top up the fun cruisers seemingly bottomless fuel tank in the same trip, not a happy bunny indeed.
Deciding that I was not up to anymore activity today and hoping to allow my wallet at least time to recover long enough that it could be taken off the oxygen supply, I headed home planning to unpack and then unwind. We’d just unloaded the contents of the boot into the house and we’re preparing to put away and then settle down to a sausage butty and steaming mug of tea when ‘Bing Bong’ the bleedin’ doorbell shrills out its merry call. “Who the hell is this now” I grumbled as I snatched open the door (told you that I’m not a people person), the combination of not feeling so pucker, shopping (argghhhh I hate shopping) and a bank account in ER just after payday was not letting my light and fluffy side shine to brightly. There on the doorstep (well, now taking a couple of steps backwards) was Wayne, brother in law and owner of Celt. “Apples?” he says, “what?” I growl, “Cider?” he whimpers forlornly clutching a large bag of apples. Ah the penny drops, just a couple of days ago Wayne had stated that he might be able to get hold of some windfalls and could I weave my magic and turn them into cider to which I’d agreed to willingly, well it beats him drinking mine and besides I just love the whole process of this cider making malarkey. “Come in. come in” I beam jovially ushering him inside, “sausage butty? tea?” I enquire (
never says no, I may has well just put the plate and mug down in front of him). Clare gives us one of those old fashioned looks at which she’s so good at, “guess I’ll be putting the shopping away then” she states, “if you insist” I call over me shoulder as me and Wayne hotfoot it to my inner sanctum of tranquillity, the garage. Wayne
Now I’ve been through the process before with you all so I’ll not be boring you with detail, suffice to say that a grand time was had by all, including Clare who turned up in the last serene outpost known to mankind with a fresh brew in hand and then proceeded to get fully immersed in the production of some golden liquor for Wayne (well ok it looks like effluent at first but it does become golden…. Eventually…… trust me!!). So I’ll just post a few pictures instead.
The best thing though was in exchange for said cider, Wayne's missus, Linda, will soon be preparing pickles so guess who’s getting a couple of jars heading towards his clammy hands?
had departed clutching his gallon of treasure (bet he’s tempted to try it before it’s ready) the day caught up to me and I had to have a stretch out on the sofa, really was not feeling myself….. Wayne
I was fine until a demonic hound, who smells of dank decay descended from the misty moors and then decided to give my old bones a going over…
OK so Lucy'd slithered of the bed and was now demanding some attention.
Hope that you enjoyed today, I’ll have to retire soon as there’s such an eerie feeling about this evening…
Happy Halloween all….