... where do all the people who go on 'Escape to the Country' get all their money from and why does nobody ever want to escape to the North-East?
Similarly, why does Grazia magazine go 'style-hunting' (looking for fashionably cool girls to photograph) in all the major UK cities - APART FROM NEWCASTLE?
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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Never used a pressure cooker much for anything other than as a big ugly pan. My mother and grandmother did but usually just for veg which although better than being boiled I thought usually ended up tasting too similar. Now we use steamers of course. Jam and marmalade were made in er... jam pans (as was my ale). I hated the ear splitting noise the vessel made as it did whatever it was designed to do and it seemed to go on for ever when my Gran was making soup so that any conversations had to be held at high volume until done. And when it was eventually all done the kitchen windows would run with condensation and the silence afterwards seemed just as deafening. Imagine my dismay when we inherited the thing as we started out on married life. We used it in the same way for a short while until the "aluminium causes Alzheimer's" scare when we had the boys. I cunningly consigned the weight to the back of the drawer where it remained for weeks on end without being discovered. Then the Alzheimer's scare died down (I think that was it but I can't really recall now). But rather spookily, the little blighter seemed to make its way to the front of the drawers every few weeks or so as if to remind us that we really should be using it. Reminded me of the horror film "The Hand", strangely, and Ted Hughes' "The Iron Man" of course where the various parts of his broken body wend their various ways back to the torso. Even stranger though.....I ended up working in a one. Perhaps I am even cursed by that curious milled contraption? Who knows? What I do know is that the blo*dy thing is still in a kitchen drawer after 5 houses and 30 years, even though the pressure cooker itself is long gone...as is the one I worked in sadly
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