We have a duo of birthdays this weekend. My dad on Saturday (84) and Nick on Sunday (58).
For his Saturday brunch Nick requested a special fry-up. In the interests of good health the only things we fried were the chestnut mushrooms in a little butter. The sausages and bacon were grilled and the eggs poached.
We had halloween sausages and smoked back bacon from the local farm shop. The bacon was just how it used to be in the olden days – no frothing at all, just sizzle and flavour. The eggs were poached using my poach pods. The beans were a Heinz 5-beans mixture and the tomatoes were, I confess, ordinary plum tomatoes. The bread was a sourdough loaf from the same farm shop and it reminded me of the Pressignoise baguette we get from the boulangerie in Le Grand-Pressigny.
Our task after brunch was somewhat less agreeable. We had spotted two mounds of earth right next to the pond in the back garden last weekend, as if some creature had burrowed under the pond lining. Very strange.
Another inspection this morning revealed a third mound. Moles ??
An inspection of the inside of the shed revealed that some creature, presumably the same one(s), had eaten its way through the back wall to get in and then feasted on bags of wild bird food. Fresh droppings indicated the presence of rats. Ugh.
Did we really get all this stuff out of the shed?
So Nick and I are spending his birthday weekend clearing out the shed, setting traps and putting down poison. War has been declared !!