Good Morning Beach Cottagers!
Just a quickie one-handed post from me this morning, no I haven’t had a baby (those days when you do everything one handed with a babba slotted into your hip are long gone) but I have sliced the top of my index finger off…I was slicing up some cucumbers a few days ago, and, if truth be known I was trying to be all Jamie-esque and do it really quickly….
…chop, chop, chop, chop slice off skin on top of finger. Boyo did that baby bleed. I was right in the middle of Arsenic Hour though and had no time to fuss with it, so I wrapped it in a huge wad of kitchen towel and got on with the job in hand.
And a few hours later did I, or did I not, know about it? Have you ever done the same??? It’s actually a very small slice off of the top but the whole top of my finger swelled up and throbbed as if I had been hit on the end of my digit with a white-washed oar.
Anyway long story short, it’s amazing what you do with the index finger of your right hand. Let’s just say typing does not aid the healing process, especially the letter ‘m’ (if you read my post yesterday early on you were probably guffawing at the typos)…
So today I am having a lunch at this old cottage without the use of my finger…taking it easy with a simple centrepiece tablescape…lovely dahlias, a lantern, candle and a few shells….on the menu is a fig salad with honey and other lovely stuff (figs are abundant and on offer at the market here).
Can’t go wrong with that I reckon?
Anyone like to come over for a sit on the deck for a bit of lunch?
See you tomorrow lovelies
p.s. Barls is looking cute over at his blog today, stop by!