A Flight to Heaven
Hello, f-list. How is it Thursday and I haven't posted Sunday's knitting photo? I am slack. I actually did take the photo on Sunday. I got that far at least.
That's the finished herringbone sample sitting on top of the cardigan, with two rows of the herringbone pattern completed. Slowly inching forward. Inching is probably exaggerating. Millimetre-ing forward.
What else? My mother buys a recipe magazine called Healthy Food. The December issue has the most festive cauliflower cheese I've ever seen.
Last night I found myself in the town of Colac for dinner. Colac is not awash with dinner options, I must say, so we had a counter tea at a pub. Nothing wrong with that. Should you find yourselves in Colac for dinner, you could do worse than the grilled hoki and self-serve vegetables. So the food was fine. But! When we went in, the music playing was "Sugar and Spice" by the Searchers. That's this song:
Click that if you like and let the music wash over you while you read on. Right, so that was playing when we went in, playing while we got drinks, playing while we we looked at the menu board, playing while we ordered and paid, playing while we sat down. It was about then that I realised that it was still the same song. I was just thinking that it was a much longer song than I thought, when it finished. Oh, okay.
And then it started again.
And again, and again, and again. I was there for forty-five minutes, and "Sugar and Spice" played on a continuous loop for all that time. So that was odd. I've still got it stuck in my head.
Before getting to Colac, we passed through the even smaller town of Winchelsea. There was a restaurant there, sadly closed for the evening, that billed itself as "multi-cuisine fusion". That was painted on one window. The other window said "Indian | Italian | Indo-Chinese". I was sorry it was closed, because that's a menu I'd have liked to see.
That's the finished herringbone sample sitting on top of the cardigan, with two rows of the herringbone pattern completed. Slowly inching forward. Inching is probably exaggerating. Millimetre-ing forward.
What else? My mother buys a recipe magazine called Healthy Food. The December issue has the most festive cauliflower cheese I've ever seen.
Last night I found myself in the town of Colac for dinner. Colac is not awash with dinner options, I must say, so we had a counter tea at a pub. Nothing wrong with that. Should you find yourselves in Colac for dinner, you could do worse than the grilled hoki and self-serve vegetables. So the food was fine. But! When we went in, the music playing was "Sugar and Spice" by the Searchers. That's this song:
Click to viewClick that if you like and let the music wash over you while you read on. Right, so that was playing when we went in, playing while we got drinks, playing while we we looked at the menu board, playing while we ordered and paid, playing while we sat down. It was about then that I realised that it was still the same song. I was just thinking that it was a much longer song than I thought, when it finished. Oh, okay.
And then it started again.
And again, and again, and again. I was there for forty-five minutes, and "Sugar and Spice" played on a continuous loop for all that time. So that was odd. I've still got it stuck in my head.
Before getting to Colac, we passed through the even smaller town of Winchelsea. There was a restaurant there, sadly closed for the evening, that billed itself as "multi-cuisine fusion". That was painted on one window. The other window said "Indian | Italian | Indo-Chinese". I was sorry it was closed, because that's a menu I'd have liked to see.