Saturday 8th February - fishy Saturday

 We'd had baked seabass for lunch, and sardines on toast for supper. Anyone would think it was a Friday. 

We always had fish on Fridays at the convent prep school I went to. I can't remember what kind of fish... fish fingers? Fried fish? Boiled fish? 

I remember the cabbage from the convent vegetable garden; it jight have been red or green when raw, but it was grey when it came to the table. The broad beans were grey too; it took me years to discover the delights of properly cooked broad beans. I knew the cabbage wasn't 'normal' my mother, who was Dutch, cooked lovely cabbage. Red cabbage braised with apple way back in the 1960s long before English people discovered it, home-made coleslaw, braised green cabbage with bacon and juniper, and sauerkraut with pork, smoked boiling sausage, potatoes and gravy. Oh me oh my........ she was some cook....

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I have posted my sewing to Ang, and one of my two notebook swaps (and two letters to financial institutions). I'm certainly doing my bit to keep the Royal Mail - can we still call it that? - afloat. 

The next essential job was to sort out my sewing tin;

It had got into a bit of a state. I keep all the leftover bits of embroidery thread in a thing a bit like a felt needle case; you can see the plum coloured inside with a tangle of threads on it. The outside cover is blue linen from some old summer trousers. The felt seems to be able to hold the threads, and I can gently extract any bits I'm interested in.

It was only a minute's work to put the skeins and leftovers into the embroidery box, and then my sewing tin could be closed again. 

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Nunc Dimittis 

I wasn't expecting that setting of the Nunc Dimittis when I listened to it this morning. Here is the one I intended to share;