My supper included butter beans and baby potatoes with sage pesto. Over the last few months sage pesto has featured heavily in my meals. It’s delicious, and it’s both very cheap and very easy to make. Usually I pick the sage from our garden where it grows in abundance. But there is some of the sage with the big leaves growing in a communal bed just down the road, so I picked that this time. Weirdly it tastes quite different, not as nice, and is much drier. I used the same quantities of everything, so I can only assume it is a singular property of this variety of sage. I don’t plan to use it again.
Still with plans, I finished the podcast plan, next I need to record it, but the duster called to me insistantly. With my windows open and breezy weather there was even more dust to disperse than usual. I’m not going to run my finger tip along the shutters tonight as I have a nasty feeling they are already gritty. I’ve already noticed stuff that’s blown through the window on the kitchen floor. However, the flat feels clean and there’s certainly less cat fur on the carpets.
My constitutional took me to Blackfriars where I dropped off a jigsaw for a friend. She’s not currently there, being one of those with two addresses, but the concierge took it to give to her. I think she’s going to be a member of our jigsaw syndicate when she does come to London again. The day was warm, but not as hot as it has been. Perfect for the boat, but Stuart plans to do some work there at the weekend, so I shall remain a landlubber for a few more days. I forgot to take my little Olympus with me today, so these pictures ae from last week outside the William Booth Memorial College.