Since moving to the Midlands, England, some months ago, I’ve been called some names. They range from chick, hen, chook, duck, and darl which I assume is short for darling. They’re obsessed with fowl! Lol. Mind you, I feel it’s preferable to what they call people in South Wales which is: my love. I’m not sure if that’s a Valleys thing or that general area of Wales. I think I prefer the fowl, and yes, the title was a play on words.

After our Chinese food attempts, we’d cut back on the meat for a while, but I’m now getting a little tired of vegetarian food; if I see another lentil on my plate or eat another chick pea it’ll be too soon. Friday night I went to bed dosed up on indigestion meds after eating a less than satisfactory lentil dhal. It was supposed to have spinach leaves in it, however after defrosting the spinach, and squeezing out the green watery liquid, neither of us fancied it. In truth, it could have been the sweet potato and red onion bhajis that did for me. Saturday night I had mushrooms cooked in herb butter, served over cooked pasta, topped with a little cheese. Pretty plain, but good as far as I’m concerned. The deckhand had a vegetable Bolognese complete with spicy sauce, garlic, and butter beans. OMG. Sunday we’ll have a chicken cooked in BBQ sauce - no garlic! A chicken is a good option as there’s plenty of leftovers for a couple more meals for us. We buy our meat free range, or outdoor reared, as often as we can afford to.

I read an article recently that suggests the UK cut lamb and beef production by as ‘little’ as a fifth, and possibly as much as half. The suggestion is that it would reduce the methane produced and so help in the fight against global changes. Sheep and cattle produce the most methane according to the article. Call me a cynic, but all I can see this doing is making meat even more expensive and putting it out of the reach of a lot of people, as less supply means more expense. Unless we import more meat instead of rearing our own, then we have ‘food miles’ accounting for the pollution instead.

When the Deckhand was born, his Dad was vegetarian, and our son was raised vegetarian for about a year much to the dismay of the midwife – rolls eyes. He was always hale and hearty, and rarely poorly and to this day remains the same. It didn’t agree with me then, though I feel a year was a good try, and it doesn’t seem to agree with me now either. His Dad missed bacon so much, he gave up and instead became a raving carnivore. No idea what he eats now, in Oz.

Changing the subject, please, I’ve asked for an application form for a job in a local school. It’s an Admin job that I could probably do with my eyes closed. It’s part time which is ideal for me. Not too many hours, and not a huge amount of money though any input to the coffers would be good. Fingers crossed for an interview…

The Deckhand’s Dog has been a tad poorly, he’s always the Deckhand’s Dog if he’s ‘bad’ lol and I washed his bedding and the kitchen floor recently. Nothing too bad, just that yellowy ‘sick’ that dogs do after eating grass. I swear, he thinks he’s a sheep! It took 2 days to dry his bedding due to dull, cloudy days although Saturday was nice, and Sunday is forecast to be even better.

Hope you have sunshine too. Enjoy what’s left of the weekend.