Shrove Tuesday

Pancake Tuesday again and Bert is using up all our fat, flour, eggs and sugar before the Lenten Fast.

Insert 'What a Tosser' quip here.

To tell the truth these pancake pictures are from a year or so back. Bert is not here right now - he is off out at Greenmount College searching for a horticulturist missing in action.

Meanwhile back at the ranch no pancakes have been cooked. I have batter sitting reading to rock and Pearlie will be having pancakes for lunch. She will not be pleased but we have run out of that plastic white bread she relishes.

And, to tell more truth, if today's treat was to reflect my proposed Lenten Fast the pancakes would be laced with red wine and chocolate. I'm hopping on the wagon for Lent. Can't say I'm looking forward to it but I watched part of a TV programme last night that has put me off the notion of liver and onions for a good long while.

Lent Schment...

...or Wagon off the wagon.

I know. I know. I'm a heathen now. And a lush to boot.

My Lenten fast has come to an end. I'm halfway down my second glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and I feel rather odd. Sort of woozy and sleepy...

At Last! March Arrives.

Every now and then it behooves a lady to ask herself these questions,

• Am I drinking too much?
• Would I like to feel a bit sharper at the weekend?
• Is wine terribly fattening?

If the answers to these questions are, as follows - possibly, definitely and hell, yes! then it is time for the lady in question to jump on the wagon for a few weeks. And then if she goes to visit her old mother on a particular Wednesday and notices a great, greasy smudge on her old mum's forehead, then is the perfect time to announce, "Guess what Mums? I'm off drink for Lent."

And all was going well until Friday when my thoughts turned to chilled white wine. It was so hard driving past that off-licence for I had such a 'nyang' for a delicious chardonnay or pinot grigio. But drive past it I did and now it's official - I'm off drink for Lent. Sure it'll do me no harm.