I must apologise that this week I am not able to post a Sunday Roast.
I have a badly infected leg, the non operated leg on which I had my hip replacement. That seems OK, I am pleased to say. Consequently I am not fit enough to get a roast ready. I think something bit me in the garden and liked the taste of Eddie's blood. However, I did not detect the flapping of vampire's wings.
Seriously I have been prescribed a powerful antibiotic, flucloxacillin, which I hope does the trick.
I went to bed early last night and slept for 12 hours and I woke up feeling very groggy with a fever like headache and with a hot leg. Funny, until recently my legs were exceptionally strong. But now I feel completely drained and my head tells me I have been overdoing things with the kitchen/house renovations for the last 4-5 weeks when I am not yet fully recovered from my operation. Still, "She who must be obeyed" and all that! LOL
My son is on holiday in Cornwall and I did his paper round this morning. Normally I would think nothing of it, but golly did I struggle with it. Jackie was talking on her blog about mail boxes and I mentioned that here in England we have a letterbox in the front door of our houses. Boy, do these kids deserve danger money!! Some people are considerate and post a notice on the front door, "Beware of the dog!" However, some don't! Dogs fall into two categories, firstly those who bark like hell, this giving timely warning that they want to bite off your fingers. However, there are crafty dogs who seem to want a silent meal - I posted the paper through a few doors and was greeted by a monster canine specimen intent on eating the paper and my hand. After the paper round I went to bed and slept for 4 hours and I shall have another early night tonight.
The last time I saw a "Beware of The Dog" notice beneath it was another warning, "Survivors will be prosecuted!" So the poor postman would have a choice of being eaten alive by a ravenous canine or being 'banged up' in the local cop shop.
Returning to the subject of The Sunday Roast I was delighted with the reception and the number of comments on Ocean Girl's roast. It makes the whole thing worth while when it elicits a response like that. However I have noticed in general interest is waning and I am wondering whether you would like me to continue with it, or have any suggestions to stimulate interest. Also whilst writing I am extremely low on roasts in the pipeline and many are taking an age to complete them. Some do not reply at all to my invitations and of course some decline. That's OK, at least I know where I stand with those.
To finish I noticed in the newspaper that Brussels has decreed that here in England we can no longer sell or buy eggs by the dozen. We must sell and buy them by the kilo. This is 'nuts' and I am fed up with Brussels telling us what to do, like what shape our bananas should be, and what size our potatoes should be. (Eddie shows his teeth on this, can you see?). Personally I think we should come out of Europe altogether and become the 51st State of America. You would then get your history back and have an honorary Queen. Our cultures are much closer that in Europe who we have been fighting for centuries. Also just look at how weak the Euro is! Poor old Germany is being dragged down and down by all these weak countries joining the EEC and here in Britain we pay handsomely for the privilege. Keep this up and Europe will never climb out of recession. These Brussels bureaucrats should be concentrating on dealing with international crime and particularly all the fraudsters who personally I think should be hung, drawn and quartered.
This was a bit longer than I intended but nothing compared to the work involved in getting a roast together. I will have one ready for next week.