Just got a phone call from Captain Butterfly - he is once again in the thick of it, having found a Clouded Yellow to photograph. Apparently they sometimes used to be seen in clouds coming across the Channel. I am looking out for them now, but all I can see is a calm blue Channel with a lot of shipping on the far horizon.
If I were to write up the script for yesterday it would not make a blockbusting Hollywood movie. Although me and the kitchen did look a like a scene from one after I had finished stoning the cherries to make the crumble. We - the kitchen and I - were both covered in red juice. "Why didn't you put an apron on?!" asked Captain B. Not surprisingly really, as I must have looked like a survivor from The Texas Cherrystone Massacre.
He was back early on account of their being a violent rainstorm, so we had lunch together. And I made us a chicken curry from the leftover chicken. Much more successful than last time, as I used a basic curry recipe given me by an Indian friend many years ago.
Izzy - my internet friend - and I are continuing our discussion by blog and PM. He has some some very interesting questions.
The hospital rang to say they were changing the date of my pre-op tests and thingummies to this week! Apparently on account of my medicine. They have realised I will need to stop taking it fairly soon, if I am to have the op.
I feel too old and frail to be in hospital. You need to be young and sturdy to stand up to it all... (whinge, whinge).