Thursday, October 05, 2017

Garlic and Sourdough

There is a trip planned for next week and I have an awful lot to do before I leave.

  • Plant garlic.
  • Rack wine.
  • Plant daffodils.
  • Turn up new black trousers.
  • Buy toiletries.
  • Organise spending money.
  • Buy presents.
  • Wrap presents.
  • Sort clothes for packing.

Today I made a list - not the one above. And collected my big suitcase from the attic. I put my long list on top of it and smiled a satisfied smile. That'll do. For today.

I also had this conversation with Bert.

I'll be wanting you to keep my sourdough mother alive when I'm away.
What! Can't you get Hannah to do that?
It's not hard.
I'll never remember.
I'll also be expecting you to put the recycling out on Wednesday night.
But if you don't do that it's not the end of the world. However, that sourdough has been going for seven months now. I'd hate it to die just because no-one was able to give it a spoonful of flour, a dribble of water and a wee stir.
Can't you take it with you? If I forget you'll yell at me and if Hannah's responsible for it you won't yell at her.
This is true. But Hannah's got enough on her plate. I'll get Les to remind you.

Last year's garlic

I'm definitely not taking that sourdough mother with me. Imagine trying to explain that to airport security.


Deirdre Byrne said...

If you're putting a bag in the hold you could?

Nelly said...

Dede! I'm not taking it with me. I'm looking to get away from my daily responsibilities. Next thing, Bert will be suggesting I get another bag and take the hens.

Anonymous said...

The hens may not be allowed! London Sister

Nelly said...

You'd enjoy the eggs!

Mage said...

I'd love that fresh garlic. I hope the pants got hemmed and the little white hen securely trapped. Have a great vacation.