Autumn colours

The last few days have been a mix of rain, the torrential kind where you think the sky has opened up, causing chaos in it's wake, only to disappear as suddenly as it arrived and the world is clean again, well your little bit of world anyway, because there is a whole lot of it out there that needs a hard toothbrush taken right over the top!... Then there was the sunshine, glorious blazing sun, warming your back and making your little bit of world all sparkly and bright and happy and gay, oh how I have missed weather, wet weather, hot weather, dull weather and bright, never again will I moan about the changing seasons, well as long as I get my hot summer that is.

We currently have suicidal oranges in the garden, still green and young but for some reason jumping off the tree and landing forlorn looking on the path, I am beginning to think it is the sun that makes this green and far too young fruit pop off the tree, I turn my back and there goes another, they smell delicious when you cut them open, but call me a traditionalist but I like my oranges orange!

We made a dash for it in the misty rain, only to have to step inside a store and purchase an umbrella, my beloved wishing he had put on sensible shoes and not trainers with air-rated material across the toes which let in all the rain, he squelched alongside me to the market where we purchased our veg, and ground beef and then just as we were about to leave the cover of the market the heavens opened once more, it was time to buy a second umbrella and a trolly cart as no way could my beloved carry his supplies and hold and umbrella, and keep our supplies dry, he just doesn't have enough hands, so I purchased a lovely two wheeled trolley and everything slipped inside nice and snug and very, very dry. 

My beloved was now complaining that he really should go back to the UK and man up a little, because he would not be seen dead in Turriff pulling a trolley and carrying an umbrella, and god forbid anyone see him actually wearing a jacket........I blame the the Geordie in him. Whilst in the market we had also purchased a coffee grinder the traditional type, but unfortunately when we got home I could not get it to grind my spices, although it did knock the skins off my cardamons, so I had to resort to a pepper grinder, I threw all my grindables into the pepper grinder and ground them quite easily, although my right arm now resembles Popeye!

We took a walk the weekend, off into the sun we strolled and from Golf to Ben Aknoun we walked and our final destination was the Taj Mahal, indian restaurant, and delightful it was too. We arrived around 1.30pm and were taken to a table upstairs, the food that followed was an absolute delight, and only 1km from (fingers crossed) our new pad.  Our meals were delicious, although I preferred my beloved's to my own, why does that always happen, usually I have to say it is the other way around, and my beloved wishes he had chosen my dish, but not today, so I sulked just a little until my generous better half offered a halfies situation to which I jumped with both hands extended outward.

Our bellies full we headed home again, sun still shining and with only a small detour to Hotel El DJazair, known locally as the George for a quick very small, but very expensive bottle of Heineken for my beloved, and for the price of it he really needs to sip slowly, because it could be a while before he gets another.