Friday 8 March 2013
Yesterday was Stephanie’s 21st birthday. She went out celebrating and I pined for the loss of my ‘baby’. I even had a dream about her and Alex the night before when they were toddlers. I’m not saying those days were easy, just that I kind of miss that unconditional love that toddlers give you. I’m fortunate in knowing they both still love me but now they’re adults in their own right so love other people too. Having said that, I’m thrilled they’ve both turned into such gorgeous, independent creatures. Steph was spoiled rotten by her boyfriend with countless presents and a cake yesterday and both girls plus partners are coming home this evening so she can be spoiled by everyone else. I’m really looking forward to it.
My back problem is now reduced to a feeling something like a cross between pins-and-needles and cramp down the back of one leg. I can hear my grandmother’s voice about how the pain has ‘travelled’! It means I limp if I walk quickly but I’m sure it won’t last forever – at least I hope it won’t last forever!
We sent a steer away a couple of weeks and he was collected at the beginning of this week so is now tucked away in our two garage freezers. Gordon was convinced we should find another freezer from somewhere but we’ve managed to get it all in the two. There are burgers and sausages as well as a fresh supply of steak which we haven’t had for a while. Oddly enough, this batch was labelled with such things as ‘pot roast’ and ‘chuck’ which I have to say doesn’t mean much to me, but the butcher explained that was just another name for brisket! I know how to cook brisket, but am strangely worried about cooking a pot roast. With the Aga it all gets cooked in much the same way anyway!