An odd day today, we decided to shop and lunch out. I started by giving Husband#1 space to buy more t-shirts (he swears there are only 20 -twenty- in his drawers, but I know better) and jeans (at least 10 -ten- pairs hidden away). For a man who works in suits, I feel it's a lot, but hey I'm just jealous as I'm moving into specialist stores if I put on any more weight. Whilst he shopped, the gals and I went to Clark's where to my horror Biggie needed three new pairs. A pair for school, gym pumps for school and new trainers. Wow. Luckily Booboo has had a period of stunted growth over summer, it would seem.
We then went for lunch in Deli Central, which was quite lovely. Husband#1 and I shared the house platter and a cheese platter. The house platter included poached salmon (technically a fish, I know, but still lovely), Yorkshire ham and some rare-cooked roast beef with two cheeses, a selection of salads (pictured below) with various pickles, including balsamic pickled onions and the biggest capers I've ever seen! The cheese platter had five or six different cheeses, pickles, chutneys and a Waldorf salad. Both came with bread and butter and of course we ordered red wine! The girls had ham sandwiches, though I got Brie on Biggies. She was struggling to eat it, so Husband#1 and I shared a smug smile, knowing the additional cheese was ours and we both saved a large gulp of red to go with it, but no, my well-trained beauty ate all ham and cheese and just left the bread. Never mind. The positive is she likes Brie and she also helped us eat the olives.
After lunch we took back my glasses to the shop as one pair massacre my vision, which isn't actually that bad. I only want my eyes to stop hurting during the day and felt perhaps some help on the long commute might help (and yes, additional sleep is planned on a work night). Anyway a few adjustments later I'm still not convinced, so we'll see.
For tea, Husband#1 is cooking lamb shanks. As usual, the kitchen has passed through a few different stages today: clean, tornado damaged, cleanish. He cleans well but never, ever, cleans the work tops or table. Once, having made something with raw chicken earlier in the day, I questioned why he hadn't cleaned the work top and his reply included the fact there was no need as he would be making a sandwich soon. I think that was before we lived together - why oh, why did I not take that as a prediction of the future?! Anyway, as usual, we will be eating at about 10pm and as a result the gals had to have emergency fish fingers and beans, theirs will be frozen for future consumption. So picture and recipe for the lamb will come tomorrow, but it's smelling very good, don't tell him!
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