There is no such thing as bad weather only inappropriate vocabulary.

The day sogged. Tempted out nonetheless. One more among the strays.

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Today would have been my grandmother's one hundred and thirteenth birthday. (I may be out by a year or two). 

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Here's another tasty little gem we road tested this lunchtime from the Hugh F-W book. Nothing that extraordinary - essentially an upgrade on good old cheese on toast. Good though. 

Take a leek, slice it finely, sweat in butter/ olive oil. Meanwhile toast one side of the bread & grate cheese (the remains of our M&S truckle were ideal). 

Place the leeks then the cheese on the toast & bung under the grill. 

Mighty fine. 

PS for Frimley Dave: the bread shown in yesterday's post is a dark bread sourced from a bakery near to K's dentist (emergency trip to have her back tooth built up). Today's is from our local bakery - quick plug: The Charlotte Royale - their new multi grain. I think you need a brown bread - K would have preferred a rustic white. 

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Coming soon ... thoughts on Mr Turner which we saw yesterday afternoon. What Colin Firth did for speech impediments, Timothy Spall does for grunts. Men of a certain age take heart.