I failed to make it to Fashion's Night Out in Bond Street (apologies to Dior, Coach, Vogue, etc, though of course everyone got on just fine without me), but achieved a Big Night In instead. Managed to finish my scary deadlines for the Telegraph (phew), and then made dinner in time to watch Star Trek (the movie) with my son. The homemade gravy was good, the sausages a bit pallid (have they changed the recipe at M&S?),the peas as you would expect, and the crumble excellent (ah, the glamour...). I used Delia's recipe, with a few adaptations: oats instead of flour, and a scattering of golden linseed mixed in with the almonds (to convince myself that the second helping of crumble is a healthy option).
For Enid: I have been reading Patrick Lichfield's autobiography, although this is work-related, rather than a literary diversion (but his story turns out to be diverting, nevertheless).
Oh dear, this is a very mundane blog, but I did go out to the Chanel installation at Harrods on Monday evening (yes, in a dress and lipstick and everything). Help, am I lurching towards pathetic bathetic fallacy?
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The crumble looks very yummy. Life has to have its mundane bits - how otherwise would we appreciate the un-mundane.
Wish I could have visited Harrods too - love the photos and the comments with them.
Wish we had M&S here too - ah, well, all the reasons we come back to England every year.
As Jaywalker says if we didn't have the mundane the special would be special. Crumble is the most comforting autumnal fare isn't it?
oops meant to say "wouldn't be special"!!
Thank you Karen and Jaywalker -- wise words, as always.
Mundane is not a word I associate with you so enjoy your crumble and nights in and cocooon yourself then when you leave home it's even more special.
I read and like your blog, I find it erudite and honest. Your big night in doesn't sound mundane at all but rather perfectly peaceful ( except maybe the deadline).
Thank you so much -- I really appreciate the message...
Sometimes the best thing about a fabulous party is the idea of it. From someone who always cancels last minute...
Spring in Sydney which is glorious even for a winter lover like myself. The new shoots in the garden, the joy of planting several David Austin's and the feeling of hope in the city streets. Even though I already know the heat is on its way with the shattering humidity,I'm enjoying this season. No crumble for me, alas. It's green shakes and coconut smoothies as I try to shake of winter. Best wishes for your American tour, Justine. xx
This one looks delicious! Your crumble makes me hungry...
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