The better part of two hours on hold while waiting to talk to the credit card company. British Airways has been hacked. A young Scot deals with the 'issues' in a calm methodical way. The hackers were clever. Not only did they get the credit card number but also the 3 digit security code on the back of the card.
Friday night. A stream of visitors. Madame Bay brings us a tray of figs. Ten minutes later the man with anger management issues arrives at the gate with a carrier bag full of them. Shortly after so does the French teacher and the old Jewish lady from Paris. 'The Font' greets each fig bearer with the words '' How wonderful ! We adore figs ". We have already picked enough figs to last a lifetime from our own trees. Whatever shall we do with them all ? 'Adoration' has its limits. 'The Font' is considering fig ice cream on an industrial scale.
This morning Bob is the first to leap up into the back of the VW 'Loonj'. No sooner is he there than his face registers the fact that preempting his sister may not have been the best idea. She leaps up, decides he's taking up too much space, screams, he leaps down. Once she's settled he's allowed back up.
To the picture framers to collect the mirror that slid silently down the wall during the mother of all thunderstorms. The framers replaced the broken glass and re-gilded the wooden carving at the base that was damaged. The PONs love the picture framers atelier. Bob is still amazed by mirrors.
On our way back home we pass the local convention centre. There is to be a Tattoo Convention. Fifty or so little white tents have been set up in the car park. This is presumably where tattoo artists will display their skills. Tattoos like beards seem to have moved from the submarine service to the mainstream.
Strawberry season clearly over. The bakers have reverted to chocolate tarts. not a strawberry to be seen.
Back in Scotland the Texans are settled in the Wee House and have enrolled their teenagers in the local school. For the start of the new school year the weather is of course an idyllic 19 degrees ( although Texans may think a Scottish Indian summer is like winter ).
Amazing how much happens on a day when '' nothing " happens.
9 comments:
Glad you were able to have that lovely mirror restored.
Perhaps you could share the overage of figs with the hedgehogs in the back 40. Too bad there's no way to ship figs across the pond, where they would be much appreciated. Bob's face in the third picture makes me laugh out loud.
Fig ice cream is very good.
Hari Om
Having just paid 50p per fig for four, what I wouldnt give for a crate from neighbours! Jam, ice cream, tarts, figgy puddings... YAM xx
I am constantly amazed at the number of middle-aged women I see sporting tattoos these days. They're especially visible during the summer wardrobe of sandals, shorts and t-shirts. Surely the bakery will soon be displaying fig tarts.
I wonder if the Texans have tried a haggis burrito yet.
There you go--take the figs to the baker and cut a deal....
Fig Salsa - just tried the recipe and looking for more figs to do more!
https://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/rosemary-flank-steak
Fig Brandy and Brandied Figs for your guests. https://www.washingtonpost.com/recipes/fig-brandy-and-brandied-figs/16094/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.591c891f3ea3
Long ago I had a friend that made fig chutney.
Your getting all those figs is equivalent to us getting extra tomatoes from friends, when we've got so many too. Too bad we can't arrange a swap of figs for tomatoes...
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