Well, that was unexpected.
Got a text from S requiring my immediate presence a few hours ago.
When I got over there, J was in his traditional 'sleepy-time-drunk' pose on the floor, so me and S lugged him to the bed. The great twit. I don't think S has ever seen J after a proper night on the lash, his concern was almost touching. I've advised him to leave him on the floor next time, as a lesson. I don't know if he will.
After that things got truly surreal. I bought a dinner set, which is just something I don't usually do on a Saturday morning. S cooked, and willingly too, something I never imagined him doing. (Really good bacon! No, really. Crispy.) I made tea, mainly around S, who for such a tall person spends a lot of time on the floor.
S laughed. Whether it was at me or with me I'll never know but there you go. It was... Nice. Confusing, but nice. I don't expect it will last. I even met S and J's landlord. He seemed nice. Bemused, but I suppose that a small blonde woman jumping up and down with a tea-towel, shouting at a tall glass of water excuse for an artist is something you don't see everyday.
I have to remember to not buy red things. Then maybe I will stop almost poisoning S and J. It's getting a bit out of hand. Maybe a tattoo. Backwards on my forehead, so I can read it when I look in the mirror.
Looking forward to Saturday. Here is the recipe I am using for lemon cake, coming from the stalwart Mrs. Mary Berry:
-175g soft margerine/butter
-175g caster sugar
-250g self-raising flour
-1tsp baking powder
-3 eggs
-2tbsp milk
-Zest of two lemons.
For icing:
-250g icing sugar
-Juice of two lemons.
Method:
When I got over there, J was in his traditional 'sleepy-time-drunk' pose on the floor, so me and S lugged him to the bed. The great twit. I don't think S has ever seen J after a proper night on the lash, his concern was almost touching. I've advised him to leave him on the floor next time, as a lesson. I don't know if he will.
After that things got truly surreal. I bought a dinner set, which is just something I don't usually do on a Saturday morning. S cooked, and willingly too, something I never imagined him doing. (Really good bacon! No, really. Crispy.) I made tea, mainly around S, who for such a tall person spends a lot of time on the floor.
S laughed. Whether it was at me or with me I'll never know but there you go. It was... Nice. Confusing, but nice. I don't expect it will last. I even met S and J's landlord. He seemed nice. Bemused, but I suppose that a small blonde woman jumping up and down with a tea-towel, shouting at a tall glass of water excuse for an artist is something you don't see everyday.
I have to remember to not buy red things. Then maybe I will stop almost poisoning S and J. It's getting a bit out of hand. Maybe a tattoo. Backwards on my forehead, so I can read it when I look in the mirror.
Looking forward to Saturday. Here is the recipe I am using for lemon cake, coming from the stalwart Mrs. Mary Berry:
-175g soft margerine/butter
-175g caster sugar
-250g self-raising flour
-1tsp baking powder
-3 eggs
-2tbsp milk
-Zest of two lemons.
For icing:
-250g icing sugar
-Juice of two lemons.
Method:
- Lightly grease the tin and line the bottom with baking parchment
- Combine all the cake ingredients in a bowl and beat well for about 2 minutes or until smooth and thoroughly blended.
- Turn into the prepared tin and level the surface. Bake in a preheated oven at 180°C/ fan 160°C, Gas 4 for 35-40 minutes until the cake is well risen, springy to the touch, and beginning to shrink away from the sides if the cake.
- Leave to cool slightly in the tin, then turn out on to a wire cooling rack, peel off the lining paper, and cool.
- Make the icing: sift the icing sugar into a bowl. Mix in enough of the lemon juice to give a runny consistency. Pour over the cooled cake, and leave to set. when cool, cut into squares and serve.