(And random photos.)
That was a strange night. I found myself unknowingly involved in the football celebrations at 00.50 hours, and all I was doing was going to the loo. I’d gone to bed around 21.30, and unusually, had to get up during the night, which I did. I didn’t put any lights on, because there’s no need. The Temu light in the WC pan comes on when you get too close, so you can see where you’re going. Climbing back into bed, I looked at the time out of interest and saw it was 00.50, and then I dozed back to sleep against the sound of three dynamite explosions and some fireworks. Apparently, the Greek team, Olympiakos beat someone else with a ball somewhere, and are now the best at their times tables or something.
Then, on waking up again at the more reasonable time of 5.30, the first thing on my mind was, I must give you my recipe for rice. Don’t ask me why, but here’s how I do it. A cup of rice, washed etc. Into a saucepan with a tightly fitting lid. Add salt if you want, Neil adds turmeric which turns everything a yellow colour, including the worktop. Then, add two cups of boiling water from the kettle. Pour that on, put a sheet of tin foil over the top, press on the lid, seal the foil around the edge, place on the stove. I put our ceramic hob on the low setting of 2.5 and leave the pan there for 20 minutes. Then, I take it off and let it stand for five minutes, no peeking, and that’s it. Saves a lot of steam which saves a lot of black mould on the walls in the winter.
Why I thought you should know that, I have no idea, but that was the kind of night that was last night/this morning, and I’m not sure I have yet recovered, because of the weird dream that went with it all… I’ll have to save that for another day and for a time when no-one is listening, just you and me…
