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MJ1517 – Mahoney Joe

It happens at that precise moment you begin to drift into sleep...

A wet and sloshy kind of morning

This morning when I left home at 8.15 I had to don some wellies and open up one of our very large umbrellas. Almost two hours later, just as l was getting into the car, l looked towards the Sintra Hills and the sun poked it's nose out from behind the clouds, lighting up the raindrops and the wet road. The photo doesn't do true justice to the sparkling raindrops  against the mist shrouded hills of course but l think you get the idea:

Walking in the 'hood

A slow and misty kinda morning for taking a long walk - a perfect autumn day, the sun just peeping through with a mixture of bonfire smoke and mist shrouding the Sintra hills.

Wine, dog hairs and a freezer

This morning, I decided it was time to defrost the freezer (it's an upright and needs doing every six months apparently). It actually should have been done four months' ago when hub decided a bottle of white wine needed to be chilled quickly and promptly forgot all about it.  He found out when wine freezes, it doesn't fit in the bottle anymore which meant, in this case, the cork left the bottle and wine trickled all the way down the inside of the freezer- of course the bottle was on the top shelf.

I was determined it was going to be quick and easy to defrost and thought I'd have it done in no time at all. Mentally, I revved myself up and flew around clearing the fridge first and then flinging all the frozen food into it before I had any chance of getting freezer burn.

After putting warm bowls of water onto the shelves, I set to washing out the drawers until, finally, I could hear the clunks of ice falling into the bottom of the freezer. Bearing in mind I'd defrosted the freezer around six months' ago, you would assume I'd remember what to do this time, but it seems I left out one important step.  I'd forgotten to pull out the tube thingy and drain off the water so when I opened the freezer door, water promptly overflowed out onto my feet, the floor and under the freezer.

I think the cold water froze my brain momentarily, because I bent down and pulled out the tube... more water on my feet and an ever larger pool of water seeping under everything in sight. That was when I remembered a strategically placed bowl might have been a good idea

A quick trip to the laundry room and old towels were being thrown on to the floor and into the bottom of the freezer.  What I didn't know was that one of the dogs had obviously been sleeping on the towels at some time or another.  It's amazing how well black dog hairs can stick to the pristine white insides of a freezer - sigh!

On baking bread - again

I was warned about becoming hooked on making bread by hand but never expected to be this bad... I start thinking about which recipe to experiment with as soon as my eyes open in the morning. 

I'm still perfecting the tecniques and shaping the bread but the results have astounded me - all I want to do is keep making more!!

Hmmmmmm.... perhaps I was a baker in a previous life?!

Fortunately, my kids have inherited the Portuguese bread-gene of eating bread at anytime of the day or night - and at every meal I might add - otherwise we'd be up to our knees in rolls and loaves of all shapes and sizes!

And fortunately,  I'm content with just a taster of warm bread with a smidgen of butter, otherwise my hips would be too large to get through the kitchen door!

Sunday morning

There's something about Sunday mornings that seem to lend themselves to arias, Bach, Beethoven or just about any other classical music composer or opera you can think of.  I've always found Ave Maria by Schubert very moving and found the above on youtube.  It's with Placido Domingo and Michael Bolton, a seemingly unlikely duo if you don't know about Bolton's admiration for all opera singers.  I think he does remarkably well here.

Taking an early morning nap...

... not me, the dogs. 

I am amazed how they can wake up in the morning, stretch a bit, eat, pop outside to do their you-know-what, and then promptly collapse in the living room for some more shut eye.  It's a hard life.

Nina, our small teckel, always has a place either on my lap or by my side on the sofa.  

Daisy likes to be there too but Nina isn't always ready to share me and Daisy has to sneak up when Nina is already in the land of nod. 

Ben, being much larger than the other two and too big for my lap, is usually curled up at my feet on a cushion.  Sometimes he forgets he is too big for my lap and will climb up on top of me. 

Which is just what he did yesterday... climbed on my lap while I was having my breakfast coffee.  When I had to slide out from under him to let Daisy in from the garden, he stayed put on the sofa, deciding sleep was more a priority than trying to keep me pinned to the sofa. Daisy obviously thought she should join 'em and was settled on the sofa before I'd had a chance to walk back into the room...

Ben completely ignored any suggestion on my part to vacate his comfy spot and move to the floor by pretending to be asleep.  The look from both Nina and Daisy was to just make sure I wasn't about to suggest something similar to them.  

Nap time was resumed and I ended up on the cushion on the floor - well, it was three against one, so what was I supposed to do!