Unreliable Window Cleaner

Thumb Twiddling: So we waited all day for for the window cleaner but he never did appear. The cats were of course primed and ready for his visit, they'd a cunning plan to scoot away and hide somewhere/anywhere while he hosed and brushed down our fine collection of windows. Window cleaning is yet another thing that cats don't really understand. Alas he was a no show and as yet we don't know why. I hope he's OK. 

In a fit of not having a fit I created a pot of soup. The recently burgled Co-op over by was the source of the main ingredients. It's fair to say my soup making skills are pretty basic. I've no desire to get clever with soup. Lentil or Scottish Veg are my regular creations and only in the soup season (Nov - Feb).

Since reading one of Bob Mortimer's books I've been haunted by his insistence that his mum's advice should be a key part in soup prepartion: "boil the soup, spoil the soup" she told him*. Everytime I get set up to make soup that phrase comes back to me. Before I knew better (?) I let the soup boil for a bit followed by a time of lengthy simmering. Now I can't allow a decent soup boil to take place for fear of spoiling the soup. It's become all about maintaining a carefully controlled simmer and remaining vigilant throughout. 

The thing is, before Bob's advice, when I was ignorantly over boiling the soup it mostly turned out fine, or so I thought. This is the kind of inner conflict I can do without and it illustrates perfectly the problems you get when you read books ... 😏

*I may well have mentioned this before.