Hestia and Sonshine.... watch The Kitchen

The Clapham Boys

So if you enjoy the insanity of Gogglebox (where you watch (on TV) people watching TV) have you tuned into The Kitchen?

It's on BBC2 and is sort of like Gogglebox, but with food.

The cameras follow a wide variety of families as they eat their way through their lives.  You can meet the Barry-Powers in Wales.  A blended family with several grown up children and a dog that comes out and in the kitchen window.

The Mitchell-Cotts who have named all their children after plants live in a sprawling (gorgeous) old farmhouse where their brood live a Swallows and Amazons life while their frazzled father does the cooking.

Hestia...has a Cheap Date

Despite how it looks, it tasted BRILLIANT
See how the sauce has reduced down by LOADS?

The joy of having two butchers' shops in town is that when you spot something unusual nestling amongst the sausages and beef olives, there's usually a cheery soul in a white coat who can tell you how to cook it.

This is what happened on Friday when I moseyed into MacQueen's and spotted a frisbee-sized portion of....something interesting.  That 'something' turned out to be a jointed oxtail.  Well, strictly speaking COW'S TAIL.  But let's not quibble.  It was, David assured me, a very tasty cut of meat. Which seems to be the case with the inexpensive cuts, I think; the hard-working muscles (such as an ever-flicking tail) are most delicious - but they need aeons of time to cook them.

Hestia...and the ongoing saga of curly hair (last one, promise!)

So, the day that I wash my hair, it usually looks ok.  But it's from Day 2 onwards that the problems usually start.  So, here's a week of hair, in pictures.

If you know someone with curly hair that they absolutely cannot handle, please show them these. There is LIGHT at the end of the curly tunnel!

OK, don't know what to do about the over-exposure of the on-board camera, but here is Day 1.

Ignoremy grey roots - I've also decided to grow out my colour :-D

We'll see how long that notion lasts lol!

And here is Day 2

Note:  The laundry just moves around, it never gets put away

I'm not sure what day this next one is - it looks like a Day 3 or 4 - but as you can see, it's still curly and not fruzzy like an electrocuted spaniel.  Just a permed spaniel.

I also no longer dry my hair with a towel - I use a t-shirt and this is called 'plopping'.  I have improvised here in this next shot and am wearing my pjamma bottoms.  

On my head.  

They are clean.

I also have no makeup on.  NOT EVEN EYEBROWS!! So sorry about the startling face :-/

Also, sorry for the startling black and pink pj bottoms!

But when your hair has soaked up all the water and you haven't  rubbed it at all,  you apply your spray gel or whatever it is that you are using and....

........it eventually dries like this.

So there you have it - how to look after curly hair.  

It has only taken me 50 years.

Looking back over these pictures, you can see what a complete horror I have of housework.

What you see isn't even the worst of it.

Look at this!

These live just out of sight of the camera and are permanently covered in laundry that needs ironed.

Don't you think that with THIS hair....

THESE houseworky skills....

Kelly Hoppen needs to look to her laurels?

Me neither :-D