I knead bread. I should be working but instead I'm making an experimental pizza base. from which I hope to take over the whole of Pizzaland. And while I'm at it an experimental rhubarb crumble with secret Chinese ingredient. We'll see how it all works out tonight. I have also made chapatis recently to go with what seemed a never-ending curry. It seemed that way after three days but the last was eaten last night. I remember eating chapatis cooked in the ashes of a campfire on the banks of the Kali Gandaki shivering and damp from the cold river mist before the sun was strong enough it away. Bread, honey and strong black coffee. few breakfasts have tasted so good. Why I never made chapatis before now I can't understand. They're so easy. As I'm sure you all know. First build a camp fire....
The New Scientist has just dropped through my letterbox and promises to tell me Earth's Deepest Secrets and Why Too Much Self-esteem is Bad for Teens. As if I needed a scientist to tell me that! How much do these people get paid? Why I'd have told him that for less than a fiver.
Before I go off and read my magazine I'll share an old joke I stumbled across when checking up on Joseph Jacobs.
A rather stuffy Englishman has been learning French and is travelling on a French train for the first time. Sitting opposite him is a middle-aged Frenchman.
The Englishman is eager to try out his French, but being English can think of no way to open a conversation. Then a large bluebottle flies into the carriage and buzzes loudly against the window.
'Ah, un mouche!' says the Englishman, pointing at the fly.
The Frenchman looks up from his newspaper, gazes at the Englishman and says firmly,
'Non. Une mouche!'
The Englishman looks at the fly again and turning back to the Frenchman says,
'Amazing! What extraordinarily good eyesight you French people have!'
I had long forgotten the joke but seeing it again reminded me that I thought it was hilarious when I was about fifteen years old. As I'm sure you do now.
The New Scientist has just dropped through my letterbox and promises to tell me Earth's Deepest Secrets and Why Too Much Self-esteem is Bad for Teens. As if I needed a scientist to tell me that! How much do these people get paid? Why I'd have told him that for less than a fiver.
Before I go off and read my magazine I'll share an old joke I stumbled across when checking up on Joseph Jacobs.
A rather stuffy Englishman has been learning French and is travelling on a French train for the first time. Sitting opposite him is a middle-aged Frenchman.
The Englishman is eager to try out his French, but being English can think of no way to open a conversation. Then a large bluebottle flies into the carriage and buzzes loudly against the window.
'Ah, un mouche!' says the Englishman, pointing at the fly.
The Frenchman looks up from his newspaper, gazes at the Englishman and says firmly,
'Non. Une mouche!'
The Englishman looks at the fly again and turning back to the Frenchman says,
'Amazing! What extraordinarily good eyesight you French people have!'
I had long forgotten the joke but seeing it again reminded me that I thought it was hilarious when I was about fifteen years old. As I'm sure you do now.