Tales From WI And Beyond

Yesterday I went back to WI.

In fact I joined.

The phrase I used mostly at the start of the evening was " I know I was missed , I know I was mentioned in the committee meeting "

I forgot my 25 p for tea and cake. ( I don't think this will count against me )

The collective age of the WI is the highest number you can think of and times it by infinity, yet these ladies are rather sprightly folk. The talk was rather illuminating as it was on music therapy bit of a shame that some of the ladies couldn't hear it despite turning up their hearing aids. For a music therapist the lady didn't bring an external speaker to make sure the sound from the laptop was audible for those who can hear when cake is being put out and not the speech from a slide show.


Music Therapy is a beautiful therapy the lady concentrates on working with adoptive children in her work and it is a specialist area hammered by lack of funding.


For now I am the youngest.

They've not cottoned on that I can't sew , not yet,  everyone this is a situation I shall have to remedy rather quickly.

Give it 40 years and I will be the one turning up my hearing aid though I suspect by there any lectures will be delivered by hologram or 3D.

Assassination in 140 Characters

Assassination in 140 Characters

Committing.

Committing yourselves, your words , your thoughts to paper easy ?

No quite frankly no.

It is even harder to commit to twitter ; it can move So fast .

You just have to dive in.

Which is hard for an introvert.

Quite frankly ,it is like playing hot potato.

You don't want to be the one left hanging .

And who knew you can assassinate yourself in 140 characters.

Yes 140 characters to stand tall .

140 characters to link to your cause.

Though it takes over 140 characters to explain yourself many a time.

Got a great thought ?

You've one shot .

Silent Sunday

Chicken herby oil Infused Pasta

Pasta is one of those dishes that can be accused of run of the mill , many folk commit throw a tomato sauce over fit and dahhh tahhh they are done but it can be ooh so much more. This is often done in the throws of a quick tea but a little planning goes a long l, long way to tickling our taste buds. And once we get used to planning our meals there our foodie excitement and interaction grows.

Ingredients

4 Chicken Breasts I always prefer free range.

4 tablespoons of Olive Oil


Mixed Herbs ( but you can choose your own to suit your tastes )

100g of Pasta per person.

1. Dice 4 chickens breast and place in a bowl with the 4 tablespoons of olive oil you could leave to imfuse for an hour , this will greatly intensify the flavour.

2. Just before the hour is up bring a pan of salted water to boil ; adding the pasta for around 8 minutes ; drain.

3. Add 2 tablespoons of olive ego a pan and turn up to a medium hear , Saute the chicken in the oil oil till the chicken is not pink in the middle. Remove from heat.

4.  Pour the pasta into the pan and toss with the chicken. Adding a sprinkling of parmesan cheese.

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2. Pour pasta into pot and toss with chicken until combined. Top with Parmesan cheese

Simplicity Is the Greatest Adventure.

Simplicity is the greatest adventure:

Simplicity is the greatest adventure you will have:

Simplicity is the greatest adventure you will have yet to come:

Simplicity is the greatest bravery of them all.

An invitation to visit a friend at her Georgian farmhouse but one that I hadn’t taken up for months, an invitation a hand reaching out but not taken.

An invitation that I took up one murky , obtuse sort of a day was it Tuesday was Wednesday who can truly say. Heavy footsteps up the hill ancipation and quivers were setting me of a chill.

Up , Up upon the woodland lane beyond the edge of reason some might say.

When footsteps take you forward there is no point in going back , windswept , worried nearing upset.

Through the scecret garden rusty gate would it be a headless horseman to relay my fate.

There upon I reach the gate turning back will be no more.

You spy a raven , shadow hopping about the moor thinking is Edgar Allan Poe come to spy.

A wellingtonia tree.

Door bell rang .

In I go to a Victorian time capsule with Georgian flavour, seated upon a comfy sofa.

Where had I be at WI?

I was mentioned in dispatches.

“Who me ?”

So mentioned I had been ill.

“Oh no worries, we thought we had sacred you off”

“We thought you were brave coming to the WI on your own “

And there upon I was shown in the farmhouses secret garden.

Georgian farmhouse.

The secret garden.

Brave is the greatest simplicity.

Peeking through to the secret garden.

Brave is adventures yet to come.

Down to the cellar.

Brave doesn’t have to be complicated.

Glorious Georgian brickwork.