Day three of absent wife and the strain is beginning to tell. The wife thoughtfully left me a week's menu for evening meals and I thought the ingredients thereof. The menus labelled 'Sunday' 'Monday' etc are already out of sinc as a kind neighbour invited me to a lunch the day the lady of the Manse departed and I ws so stuffed that I could not face the menu for that evening involving organic sausages, new potatoes and fried tomatoes. So all the meals are moved forward by a day. But to night involves new (organic) spuds bacon and mushrooms. But where are the mushrooms-not in sight. I have tried everywhere including the freezers. Nothing. If the wife says there are mushrooms they are there somewhere. Could the master mouse have nicked them? Unlikely. I have e-mailed asking the boss but may not get a response by start the cooking time. So it is either abandon Menu No 2 and go onto Spinach, anchovies and Pasta or into town, and buy some mushrooms. Actually not a bad idea-the Garden Centre has lots of goodies like organic politically correct crisps ,normally off limits when the distaff is around, but now no leash, the sky is the limit. And anyhow I can't find the spinach either so would have to move on yet again to Sardines on Toast unless I can do the marketing right away.
