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Aug. 24th, 2025 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartMeaning the back cover of the dollhouse quiet books. I've finished the bird house for Book #1 and started on the same for Book #2, but felt simply too tired to finish. So I decided that tomorrow is another day and set it aside for later.
Today we've finally put behind us the last part of the carpet cleaning project: Mum has washed up the last portion of china and glassware and I put everything back into the cabinet. Then I had to cook lunch, which was blessedly easy: just putting the pre-cooked pig knuckle into the oven and the portioned bread dumplings into boiling water. The only actual work was making the salad. I do buy this ready-to-eat bags of salad, but Mum can't eat them the way they come, so I have to hack everything into microscopic bites before adding the oil, vinegar, lemon juice and spices.
This being Sunday, there was nothing worth watching on telly, up to 7pm, when we had the usual re-run of the GBBO. So I was lazing around in my bedroom, watching stupid YouTube videos on my new-ish (as compared with the nine-year-old mini, which I'd still prefer if I could) iPad and talking on the phone with Erna, our art teacher. We've been casual friends for 30 years by now; it's so nice that we can pick up the phone after a week or two and continue our conversation as if we'd have last talked an hour before. :)
Today we've finally put behind us the last part of the carpet cleaning project: Mum has washed up the last portion of china and glassware and I put everything back into the cabinet. Then I had to cook lunch, which was blessedly easy: just putting the pre-cooked pig knuckle into the oven and the portioned bread dumplings into boiling water. The only actual work was making the salad. I do buy this ready-to-eat bags of salad, but Mum can't eat them the way they come, so I have to hack everything into microscopic bites before adding the oil, vinegar, lemon juice and spices.
This being Sunday, there was nothing worth watching on telly, up to 7pm, when we had the usual re-run of the GBBO. So I was lazing around in my bedroom, watching stupid YouTube videos on my new-ish (as compared with the nine-year-old mini, which I'd still prefer if I could) iPad and talking on the phone with Erna, our art teacher. We've been casual friends for 30 years by now; it's so nice that we can pick up the phone after a week or two and continue our conversation as if we'd have last talked an hour before. :)
