Daisy Boo

I know that if there is ever a drought in England, all we will have to do to call down rain is hang clothes out on the line to dry and start our little charcoal grill. Works every time.

Otherwise, we did have a nice day. We were a particularly idyllic and wholesome looking family as we cycled to the local canal, walked along the side and picked blackberries. At one junction we came up at a bridge, at a country pub where people were sitting and walking around with their pints of ale. I spoke with one man who was standing at the bridge. He had not heard of any other type of missionaries other than Mormon. I explained that we were not Mormons, we were Presbyterians. He seemed to accept that well. He went on to tell me that he did not believe in the trinity. It was about this time I noticed that he was a little sloshed. So I decided to go find the kids. He cheered me on as I left in a very friendly manner. I hope he did not fall into the canal after we left.

But now we are home and because of the abundance of water that insists on falling from the sky, (because we lit the grill) we have to pan fry our pork chops. Pete (big Pete, not my Peter) is roasting peppers and chicken in the oven and they smell really good. As he says, " It's the business!" We are also debating the viability of a year old Christmas pudding that he found in the back of the lower cabinet in our kitchen. Bonn Appetit!

Sidenote: did you know that one of Jamie Oliver's daughter's name is Daisy Boo? I love it. He should have lived in Alabama!!