Its that time of the year, again, when I do the Curry Lunch complete with either Bombay Blasters, or for the more lily livered, some Fluffy Ducks! The last time I served Fluffy Ducks, someone queried it was a bit of a ” play on words!” but sadly, I’m not that clever. Its just some Advocaat; .Lemonade and fruit juice whizzed up. In fact I think I published the recipe here a year or so back……
Curry Lunch is something I have been doing since The Pilot Days and its just a tradition that has continued. Maybe not as grand as previously but certainly more fun. We always have some great Curries; lots of “falling down juice”; a dress to impress code and of course the Empire Quiz. The Empire Quiz is something we play between Courses. It allows the Curry to settle before we bring the ice cream out. Home made, of course. The questions are becoming harder and harder, or probably just more obscure as we scour the history books and On line Quiz Sites for new and unbeatable questions. LM always likes to take it seriously. He says there isn’t any point in taking part if you don’t play to win. I heartily second that and we always have great fun with the Men against the Ladies, don’t ya know…
I always like to get into character when we have a Curry Luncheon. I used to ask the Indian Restaurant to pop over with the food and hang around to serve it up. The thing is, they wanted to do it in black trousers and white shirts, but I wanted them resplendent in feather turbans and sashes and curled shoes and a dagger hanging from their belts. The manager told me most of his staff came from Southall and so the nearest thing they had for a dagger hanging from their belt was when they went ” up town” on a Saturday night for protection. That was not the image I wanted in my head but he relented and said that if I wanted to hire the costumes, he would get ” his boys” to wear them. They only did it the once… the following year they insisted on the black dress code again. I really don’t know why. After all, who wouldn’t want to wear a black feather ( in their hat) with a faux ruby holding it all together.? Boys from Southall, apparently!!
Anyway in the middle of all of the fracas of Empire Quizzes; Fluffy Ducks and what to wear I have carried out a bit of a coup. The house had been looking slightly worse the wear for a month or so now and I did feel that Mrs C, the cleaning lady, was pushing her proverbial luck. I had got used to the fact that she used to take everything out of my drawers and rearrange them and I accepted that if I wanted my rather nice Bohemian glassware on show, it would only be when she had gone home and I had got it out of the back cupboard again but when my bath had slowly, but very surely lost its shine, I knew something had to give. Or as the Mitford’s Pa used to say ” its the thin end of the bloody wedge!”
Its true to say that it has only been one week since she left with a pout and a pirouette but its been better. I am almost in Seventh Heaven that now when I clean my bath, it sparkles appreciatively back at me. My glassware is exactly where I want it and even though I have put my back out , there isn’t any dust under the bed or behind the doors. So I am vacuuming and washing floors with a bit of a spring in my step but no doubt will get fed up with it once I get tired; busy; overwhelmed or all three. Meanwhile, Mrs C now has me on her “Hit List” and I am walking around the town avoiding her in case there is a showdown at five paces outside the French coffee shop. Still, if nothing else I have found a pretty, albeit more circuitous way to dodge her bullets and cycle to work. It adds another fifteen minutes onto a ride which normally took ten, but I am thinking its great for the lungs and keeps me away from the wrath of Mrs C. I have also noticed that the Alpaca’s are calmer now and I did think that maybe her keep letting the chickens out to roam freely with the Alpacas and nip their toes wasn’t the best way for any animal to start their day. I think she was doing it in a fit of spite but she wouldn’t have it.
The chickens are roosting neatly in the Willow Tree and snacking on some Brussel Sprouts and the Alpacas don’t spit and snort so much now that they are not being attacked by Dora; Daisy and Dolly before the sun has even risen over the fence, let alone gone down over the yard arm. Yes, peace reigns even in Animal Farm…..
Anyway the extra time it takes me to cycle each morning along the towpath and past the houseboats allows me to listen to my Binaural Beats and activate my higher self. Its such a great route and often quite magical, or it is to me. If nothing else, the style of the houseboats always raises an opinion or six. I am also getting to be quite a dab hand at working out Menus on the hoof and can now dictate into my phone when I think of a handy Menu as well as listen to the Binaural Beats via my IPod.
Life is taking on a slightly calmer feel now and even though my hands resemble an attack of housemaid’s chapped fingers, ( due to using lots of bleach and chemical products to clean the house) I find that now I am chatelaine of my home again, it really is much more fun. Now you will have to excuse me, I am just off to starch the napkins….