So last week I decided Something Must Be Done.
The last two days I have been descended upon by a gang of males, trucks and diggers. It's all very exciting. At smoko times I like to think my spiced fruit muffins* will spur them to do an extra-good job. But they are above being bribed; they tell me always do an extra good job. But please don't stop the muffins.
Aah ... I'm sure your fruit muffins can't hurt. ;)
ReplyDeleteWe have a crumbling driveway too. Needs patching for sure, because since it was laid it has never been done and there are holes where weeds have pushed through. Can I get a gang of handsome Kiwis on the job, please?
Jay, I don't think anyone's above my spiced fruit muffins...(It's a wonderful recipe I inherited).
ReplyDeleteI can mention it to them. Do you make muffins, just in case they ask?
There is something wonderfully evocative and poetic about the phrase "some hippy artist's crumbling digs."
ReplyDeleteDoes that mean you can economise on tea-bags?
ReplyDeleteGeeb... Yes. And I realised after I mentioned that description to my (extremely tidy) neighbour, that it is probably exactly how they see me!
ReplyDeleteEmily, actually I've been laying it on with a trowel: tray of milk, sugar and a teapot, iced water with lemon and mint... they are laughing and lapping it up!
Hm - spiced fruit muffins sounds nice. I've just visited a Danish friend and had some amazing spiced biscuits. Think I'm into spice right now.
ReplyDeleteHello Jenny. I'm wondering if they are Dutch 'Speculas' biscuits you are referring to. I love them!
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