Here we are again – Saturday morning. I’m being sneaky and have actually had a little sleep-in. My alarm goes off at 4.30am during the week (so we can go walking) and 5.30am on a Saturday (so we can go to the markets) but this morning I just couldn’t be faffed getting out of bed. Besides, the Noosa Red (tomatoes) man said he won’t be there and out lettuce lady (whose leaves of lettuce must have been hand-harvested by fairies while the dew is still on them – they are that good) is off in her caravan and heading south for a week or so. Anyways, I think the extra hour’s sleep has done me some good.
I’ve been completely out of routine this week. We’ve had friends in town (more on that below) and I worked on one of my days off and swapped another so I could go to Brisbane for the day. It’s really made me feel a tad off-kilter – but in a good way. My walking routine has also been out of whack as I have a blister the size of New Zealand on the back of my heel at the moment (okay, maybe it’s not the size of New Zealand, but it’s definitely the size of a fifty-cent piece) and I can’t pull trainers on. I’ve still been walking in the mornings, but barefoot on the sand, but my afternoon walks haven’t been happening.
Then yesterday it was the first anniversary of the passing of my mother-in-law. I can’t believe a year has passed by already. I still go to call her and let her know we’re home safely if we’ve been away anywhere.
Alrighty, with no further ado, let’s wrap up the week.
Friends – old and new…or, rather, old friends and newish friends that feel like old friends. It’s been a week of catching up.
On Sunday we gathered in the drizzle on Mooloolaba Beach with old friends to celebrate a special birthday with a special cake – just look at it. Was there ever a more perfect cake for a mermaid?
We had the same old friends over for dinner during the week. One of my favourite things to do in life is feed people – I love the whole palaver of cleaning the house, deciding on the menu, preparing the food and sharing the conversation over it. This time though, because it was a workday, I rustled up a lemon drizzle cake during my lunch hour and popped a couple of trays of chicken thighs in the oven when they got here. It’s a traybake we have every few weeks and a real cheat way of having roast chicken during the week. This one is done with potatoes, Spanish onions, chorizo and mushrooms. When it has about ten minutes to go I toss in green beans and cherry tomatoes and serve it with a green salad. Too easy.
On Thursday I caught the train into Brisbane and caught up with a couple of special blogging buddies – Sue from Women Living Well After 50 and Deb from Deb’s World. We had lunch at Eagle Street Pier and chatted and laughed. It wasn’t until we were about to leave that I realised that while I’d met Sue before, it was the first time I’d met Deb in real life. It certainly didn’t feel like that.
And then last night we caught up with more old friends. These ones were up from Melbourne for the weekend. They were even brave enough to do our 5am beach walk.
I demolished Lucy Diamond’s An Almost Perfect Holiday during the week (a 3 hour round train trip to Brissie will do that) and presently have a couple of books on the go (I do that…): The Killings at Kingfisher Hill, by Sophie Hannah (it’s the new Hercule Poirot Mystery) and The Schoolgirl Strangler – true crime (NOT my usual genre) by Katherine Kovacic.
I found an entire scene in my new (still untitled) Queenstown book that needs to be rewritten – which means that I need to rewrite a couple of scenes that come in and out of that scene. I’ll get that done during the week so it can go off to the editor.
Back in 2018, we visited a village high in the hills in Burgundy – Châteauneuf-en-Auxois. I wrote about it here. When we were exploring the village I declared to Grant and Fiona (the friend we were travelling with) that I’d one day write a book set here. I could picture it – I even had the title: The Lilac Queen. What I didn’t have was the right character or the story.
I’m not sure whether it’s because yesterday morning on our beach walk Fiona asked me if I’d written the story yet, but I woke this morning with both – the character and the story – in my head almost fully formed. I grabbed my laptop, opened a new Scrivener project, and typed in the notes before I could forget them. I won’t get to even beginning that draft for another few months, but now it’s in my head it can percolate a little.
Inspired by both Wuthering Heights and my own book, Escape To Curlew Cottage, I made some pikelets during the week – although why autocorrect is convinced that I really mean to type spikelets is beyond me. Just what is a spikelet anyway? In any case, I blogged the recipe – and some for-the-book-of-useless-knowledge history about the pikelet over on BKD. You’ll find the link here.
I scored a couple of kilos of cherry tomatoes from one of my visiting friends – she’d been given them and couldn’t get them back to Sydney on her flight (go figure) so brought them to me.
They were definitely past their best so I popped them in a tray, chucked in some peeled garlic cloves and a bunch of oregano from the garden and popped them in the oven for 90 minutes. Once they were cool I blended it all in the nutribullet and now we have roasted tomato and garlic sauce in the freezer,
Linking up with Natalie’s Weekend Coffee Share.