Twitchen House Holiday Village
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... Michael. Well, he did bring the disease home from one of the unwashed masses he works with. If he didn't harass them about their sick time they probably wouldn't come to work sick. Yes, I'm no treat when I'm sick.
It's still a horrible rainy rotten day and it's only 10:30 a.m. On a positive note Michael's soup smells amazing. Maybe when it stops raining Michael will go out and buy some butter tarts, which Jim has kindly recommended to us. That will probably ...
What a luxury to have someone clean your place and change all the bedding. The bedroom looks quite different.
I had a bowl of my chicken soup, some Carr's water crackers (my favourite) and local cheese with a nice cuppa and a couple of aspirins and I'm feeling better.
Tomorrow our plan is to go to Tiverton to see the castle, church etc. The owner of the King's Arms got back to me so we're set for Sun. carvery. I ...
It was another absolutely beautiful day here in England. We decided to have a bit of a relaxing, nature kind of day. One of the closest lovely gardens is the Marwood Hill, which is just outside Barnstaple. Not Barn-Staple, as we were saying, but Barn-STA-bul.
Marwood is a private 20 acre garden with three tiny lakes, created by Dr. James Smart. There is a statue of him in the garden, which I will show you. The garden is now maintained by his nephew, ...
... stuff. I couldn't find a hunk of parmesan to grate, only powdery stuff in an envelope. And the nectarines were smooshy. waawaawaa. I know. The strawberries, raspberries and blueberries are good, though.
We're thinking of going to the pub tonight to check it out.
It was another beautiful sunny gorgeous day and the bay was filled with surfers and swimmers. I do love it here, aside from my whining.
... noodle soup was exactly what was needed. We stoppped in several stores looking for such a thing, but no dice. All we could find was cream of chicken in every one of them. We even tried 3 restaurants, thinking that we could get some take-out. The offerings were toe-MAA-toe and curried parsnip. (I couldn't even imagine that) When I get something in my head like that, I can't shake it so I decided that today would be a cooking afternoon. I made a pot of chicken noodle soup and ...