In between that, and reading, and cups of tea, I made a fruit jelly for the meal this evening. Took it to Emmanuel, wearing flip flops, and in groping for the light switch in the kitchen I badly banged my toes up on a stool that was sticking out. They weren't too painful at first, but got worse and were too painful to go to the pool for my water walking this evening.
Fr Bill has started Evensong on Wednesday evenings, so there was quite a good crowd tonight for the meal. My poor toes didn't make it to Evensong, but I went to the meal, which was jambalaya, a spicy Creole rice dish, originating in Louisiana.
I am deeply suspicious of anything originating in the Southern states, or Mexico, I've learned other peoples' 'little bit spicy' is way too spicy for me, and I think everyone in Emmanuel knows that now, I'm given little teaspoons to taste it, and when I sat down with a plate of lunch at the seminar on Sunday afternoon Beth murmured "Valerie, that salad is spicy".
Had to stop by a supermarket where I saw this rubbish. I got quite mad at it, and looked at their website when I got home. There is a form to be filled in by anyone with a 'juicy tip' (their words) asking for their e-mail address and contact information, and they will be paid. In the space where one types the juicy tip I asked if Prince William was joining MI5, or the Cold Case Unit at Scotland Yard.
"Lankford is a powerful opponent. He has a deep, mellifluous voice. He is a facile speaker. He is able to dodge uncomfortable questions. He speaks in a lot of half truths. And he always is pleasant". All the qualifications one needs to be a politician, I would have thought.
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