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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 8th December 2017

Another lovely meal in Coleford, this time with an Italian theme. It was advertised as a tribute to Antonio Carlucci but I hadn’t imagined we were going to eat everything he ever made. In the usual fashion we sit on a long table, they bring dishes of food out and you help yourselves to as much as you like. We started with a lovely mozzarella and tomato dish with garlic bread. Then came lasagne, gnocchi, chicken fillets in breadcrumbs and Parmesan, mushroom risotto, penne pasta with tomatoes…meatballs and spaghetti. Quite the most food I have ever seen on a table. Oh and then Dolce Capri (a sort of brownie with a crunchy top and a gooey middle) with sublime creamy panacotta.

Groovy Word of the day: surfeit


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Tales from a Fractured Folly:7th December 2017

This tooth of mine is annoying to say the least. There is nothing wrong with it, the nerve is just aggravated and highly sensitive to… pretty much anything. Hot, cold, sweet, acidic all have the possibility to wrack me with unbelievable pain. So a glass of orange is like a dance with the devil as it is both cold and acid. A top up with boiling water helps but it’s very tricky drinking without it touching the offending tooth. It is getting better slowly: the pain only lasts 20 minutes instead of an hour. Shame the weather has turned cold; cold air does it too.

Groovy Word of the day: bicuspid

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 6th December 2017

I spent the day in Ludlow with a friend, so lots of lovely little shops to look in. This beautiful apple was made of some kind of 2000 year old fossilised wood and was stunning. It had a friend on the wall priced at £18 75. Had it been £18.75 it would have been a bargain and it would by now be in my house. It wasn’t and isn’t. We had a lovely lunch, discovered a part of Ludlow we had never seen before and it really is a lovely little town. I also liked this chap with his crocheted beard and moustache, but he wasn’t for sale.

Groovy Word of the day: ossified

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 5th December 2017

I’m pleased the theatre has got all the money it needs to be refurbished. A little surprised that the job will only take 12 days but apparently that was the deal. Time is money to them. Adrian would be very pleased that he could play a part in sprucing up the Theatre – he loved going there. So thank you again to all who gave a donation instead of flowers.

Groovy Word of the day : thespian 🎭

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 4th December 2017

Some days you just don’t want to open your eyes do you? I woke up with toothache which started yesterday afternoon. It’s not proper toothache but I have a wisdom tooth that gives me grief from time to time and it gets entangled with the last back tooth and hurts. So although I will see the dentist tomorrow I doubt he will be able to fix it unless he takes that back tooth out and he’s already says he doesn’t want to do that. Meanwhile it is very painful 😖. I did plant out my bulbs in the garden. As I’m already dosed up to my eyeballs with painkillers, I thought might as well do a job that gives me backache. What an old crock I am.

Groovy Word of the day: malady

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 3rd December 2017

I felt a little ragged this morning but by no means as ragged as I might have after last night. I suppose it was that that made a 12.30 lunch a bit of a rush 😀. But we three from yesterday met up again for a leisurely lunch at the Dew Drop Inn and I can definitely recommend it. Well cooked food at reasonable prices and banana Eton Mess for pud. I spent the rest of the day watching Christmas films on tv with a cat on my lap until I got so thirsty and hungry I had to chuck her off. Even after 4 hours of lap time she was still a grouch.

Groovy Word of the day: crosspatch

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 2nd December 2017

The day started slowly as I had nothing really planned until the afternoon. At three I was meeting the Elf and her friend Charlotte for a bit of pre-Christmas cheer at Worcester Victorian Market. It was incredibly busy but as we didn’t really have anything to do it was fine. After Charlotte had left we were distracted by some trinkets in a shop window; we paused outside then, decided they needed trying on. Once we got to the point where I said “if Beastie was here, what would he say?” it was a done deal, wasn’t it? So this was a (another) present from him, this time to both of us as we are planning on sharing it. You can justify anything if you involve Worth in your decision making. Then we came home for our pizza and Prosecco tea. The bubbly that didn’t make the grade we improved with some of my Bramble gin. The day definitely improved as it wore on.

Groovy Word of the day: baubles