I used to be indecisive…

…but now I'm not so sure


Weekly photo challenge: layered

A delicious muffuletta in New Orleans.

A muffuletta is a traditional sandwich from New Orleans, created in 1906 at Central Grocery Company on Decatur Street.  The iconic grocery is still there, and that’s where we went to try this very filling delicacy.  Actually, this is a half muffuletta, and it was quite big enough for two of us to share. There are layers of olive salad, mortadella, salami, mozzarella, ham and provolone.

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Friday letters – the mid September edition

Dear garden birds,   Another letter to you – that’s three quite recently.  I just want to say that it’s nice to hear you singing again – it’s been very quiet of late.  Apart from one little blue tit on the peanut feeder, I haven’t seen you, but hearing you is a step in the right direction.

Dear magpies,  Please can you sort out your differences more quietly, or at least lower your voices?  You make quite a racket.

Dear Japanese anemones,  I think I say this every year, but you are such lovely flowers and bloom for so long.  As other plants are beginning to fade at this time of year you are still going strong.

Dear foxes, I haven’t seen you for ages, but I know you are around judging by the rubbish that was strewn around in our garden this morning.

Dear Alexander McCall Smith,  I was so happy yesterday to discover that you have brought out two new Scotland Street books.  I knew one was published recently, but I had completely missed the previous one.  I have them downloaded onto my Kindle already – I can’t wait.

Dear self,  Well done for completing your latest crochet project.  It’s been a long process, but the final result looks good.

Have a good Friday everyone.


Friday letters – the next edition

Dear garden birds,  After expressing concern last week at your absence, I was pleased to see one or two of you out and about.  I’m really sorry that I disturbed a small group of you when I went out into the garden yesterday.  I didn’t see you again for the rest of the day, so I hope I didn’t frighten you off.

Dear parking wardens,  I hope you are pleased with the spoils of your patrols of parked cars now that the parking controls are back in place again.  The restriction time had barely started when I spotted one of you rubbing your hands with glee as you plastered yet another ticket onto a windscreen.  If you work on commission, then you must have done very well in the past few days.

Dear neighbour, Thank you for cutting back the tree in your back garden – our house is suddenly a lot brighter inside.

Dear solar panels on the sloping roofs of building,  Why do you have to be so ugly? Would it not be possible to make you so that you blend in a bit more? I know that the idea behind solar panels is very sound, but you really do stand out rather a lot, and not in a good way.  You are covering the whole side of the roof of a new building which has been erected in a local park and you really are a blot on the landscape.  Several houses in my neighbourhood also have them and they really do spoil the view.

Dear car driver who was behind me as I drove away from the petrol station,  Thank you for drawing my attention to the fact that I had forgotten to replace the fuel filler cap.

Dear Great British Bake Off,   I, like many other fans of the show, was very sorry when you announced your move from BBC to Channel 4 with a change in three out of your four presenters.  I was nearly going to vote with my eyes and not watch.  However, I would like to say that, having decided to watch the first episode just to see how awful you were,  I am enjoying it almost as much as before and I am really glad that I didn’t abandon you.

I hope everyone has a good Friday.


Friday letters – the white rabbits edition

Dear first day of a new month,  Already?  It doesn’t seem more than a few days ago that I was saying ‘white rabbits’ for the first day of August!

Dear people who are hoping to park locally,  Watch out, be on your guard – the parking controls begin again today after their summer hiatus and the parking wardens will be vigilant in the hope of catching many people out.

Dear summer, Now that we are in September, I feel as though you are over (and according to the metereological office you are) and that you were very quick!  As usual the time has flown by – I wish there was some way to slow things a bit so that I have time to do everything that I need/would like to do.

Dear school holidays,  You are nearly over here, which is sad, because I have been enjoying the quieter roads very much.

Dear local paddling pools,  You might be a bit of a blot on our beloved park landscape, but it seems as though the local children have been enjoying you very much.  I have to say that I thought that there was nothing much wrong with the old pools,  and I do feel their demolition and rebuilding was a bit of ‘change for the sake of change’,  but the addition of a cafe and patio area is actually a bonus.  I’m sure the people that didn’t know what it used to look like before the last eighteen months of building work began will think you are wonderful.

Dear garden birds,  Where are you?  About three weeks ago there were lots of you in the garden – whole families of blue tits, goldfinches, sparrows etc etc and suddenly there’s a complete absence apart from a faithful woodpecker which visits now and then but not with the usual regularity.  The garden and birdfeeders are really missing you, as am I.  I hope your absence is because there is an abundance of nuts and berries in the nearby countryside and not because something has happened to you.

Dear window cleaner,  I’m so pleased that you were able to come this week – the world as viewed from inside my house is a lot brighter now.

Dear Time Run London,  The annual summer outing to be locked in a room for 60 minutes with members of my family and having to work out how to get out was particularly good this year.  The theming of the activity from the moment we arrived outside your intriguing entrance door to the moment we were shown back out into the street at the end of our session was superb and the challenges were interesting and tricky.  We felt very pleased with ourselves when we managed to complete the quest and ‘escape’ with quite a few minutes to spare.  I will definitely recommend you.

I hope you all have a good Friday.


Friday letters – the latest edition

Dear people in the south of England ,  I would like to apologise for the steady rain that we had in the first part of the week.  I’m afraid it’s all my fault because I decided, on Monday, to re-waterproof my waterproof jacket.  It’s always good to check that a process has been successful, but I wasn’t expecting it to rain that much.  Sorry.

Dear man in short floral shorts,  It was 9.30pm on a very wet, almost autumnal, night and there you were in your summer shorts.  Very brave I thought. 

Dear people dressed for summer on Wednesday,  Do you have some kind of special zone around you which repels cold, wet rain?  While the rest of the people in and around London were wrapped up in their wet weather, warm clothes, there you were in your shirt sleeves and skimpy tops with no apparent signs of being wet.  Even your shoes (light, summery ones) looked perfectly dry.  Whatever your secret is, I would like to know it.

Dear wine tasting evening,  You were very interesting and I learned a lot about  grapes and how to taste wine properly.  I’m afraid I failed completely to discern the notes of black fruits, apples, guava, buttered popcorn, burnt toast, autumn, leather and cedar wood in the selection of wines we tasted but at least I could tell the difference between the whites and reds.

Dear traffic cones,  Where have you gone?  Since I last wrote Friday letters I have made another trip to Scotland and back and hardly saw you.  There were a few, but not the vast quantities that usually line the roads (particularly when it is the school holidays) so where are you all? Perhaps you have put in for a transfer and have been moved to other parts of the country, bored with the M1, M6, M74 and M73.  I hope wherever you are that you are behaving yourselves. 

Dear fellow bloggers,  I keep saying I’ll soon have time to catch up with you all, but I’m afraid that hasn’t happened. As for writing posts, I’m not sure when I am going to get round to doing a proper post (not that this isn’t a proper post!) about my travels because I have another busy time coming up now starting with a weekend visit to the Norfolk coast to stay with friends and then next week we are having family stay with us for holiday fun and birthday celebrations.

Dear mandarin ducklings,  Huddling together on the canal towpath, with people walking or cycling past, seemed like a strange thing to do, but you seemed quite unaffected.  You didn’t even seem to mind when I stood very close beside you to take a picture.  Safety in numbers I suppose.


Friday letters – the final July edition

Dear school summer holidays,  There may be many more children around because they are out of school now for six weeks, but the upside of that is that driving anywhere is so much quieter.  It’s not until you can get to where you are going without waiting in long queues of traffic, that you realise just how much school related traffic there must be on the roads.  Either that, or lots of people who would normally clog up the roads have actually gone away on holiday with their little darlings.  Whatever the reason, I would like to say thank you for the pleasure of quieter roads.

Dear the phrase ‘on the planet’,  When did you become the normal phrase to be used instead of ‘in the world’?  We used to hear about an athlete being the best ‘in the world’ or an event being the largest ‘in the world’  but now they are the best/largest/loudest/busiest on the planet.   I’ve been noticing it more and more recently, and just wondered if there was any particular reasoning behind it.

Dear wild swimming,  When I was growing up we went swimming – in the loch, in the river, in the stream, in the sea…  Now it seems we were wild swimming.  I had no idea -I thought I was just swimming!  Who decided to rename it, and why? Is it suddenly more dangerous than it was?

Dear sewing in the ends of crochet squares,  You are such a tiresome task.  I know I should have done it as I went along, but I didn’t.  Next time I will remember (I hope!).

Dear darkened room,  Thank you for being available for me to lie down in after booking a short holiday in the shortest time ever!  It took me a while to recover.

Dear all,  Have a good Friday.