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The Strawberry Event Horizon!

Sun began to creep shyly through the clouds as Duncan and I wove through the streets, en route to collect our weekly food donation.

Clive was at the Hollies, the sun was trying to shine and the return of our esky (thanks to Adele) made it a perfect morning.


Fred and George were there, along with our regular Big Issue seller. We passed her a hot chocolate as we went to pack the food, with Duncan packing the lion’s share of it into our little polo. By the time we got to the Hollies to unload the food, Gordon and Joram had joined the kitchen crew and work had begun in earnest on the artisan rolls for our ‘customers’. As we loaded the crates onto every flat surface, the fruity nature of the task became apparent. Clive was going to have to find something to do with a boatload of on-date strawberries!๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“

Pictures will be onsite somewhere. Strawberries got frozen, fridged – and a whole potloadย got boiled down expertly and became a strawberry sauce to be served with ice-cream at the Hollies! Even so, strawberries featured significantly in our fruit and veg bags. Duncan, Fred and George (pictured) got right on with the filling of 25 bags, while the kitchen crew began the accompanying soup and artisan rolls. Aubergines were also readily available today, and every bag sported at least one.ย ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†George and Fred got off to an early delivery, because Fred had to be back before 4pm. Susan arrived and began helping in the kitchen. Two twenty pm saw us sit down to super-fresh soup and rolls before the big haul.ย ๐Ÿš๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฐย โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•

After lunch, George returned to join in delivering Adele’s pedestrian run in Musselburgh. Duncan and I started loading the bags for Wallyford and Prestonpans. Pictures were taken of the Cook-Inn crew, and even a little video got made. Look for it on Youtube under ‘Cook-Inn’ and you’ll likely find it. Halfway through this run I suddenly realised; usually, Duncan or I am at home before now, feeding cats their own lunch. Today, with us both out here and George working hard to deliver soup and veg bags himself – we were two hours late! The cats would be going nuts.ย ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜พ

Romany, the older of my two wee felines, can only eat little and often now. For him, us being more than a couple of hours late with a regular meal would be a concern. For Reiver, who likes his grub and everyone else’s, not so much. But Reiver would be pounding around bothering his elderly brother, trying to annoy him and even sitting on him. This was a situation which had to be remedied!

We sped through the rest of the Prestonpans and Wallyford run, dropping off hot food and bags and getting a heartening amount of cleaned-out containers in return. Please continue giving them back, people – we buy them ourselves! Then we raced back to be met with, quite literally, a cats’ chorus.ย ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿพ

For once, Romy ate well. His brother, ever eager for more grub, circled cunningly in the hope of sneaking past me and putting the other cat off his stride. I deftly waylaid him (several times) until both cats had eaten all they wanted. Out we rushed again

(nearly four o’ clock now) because more work still had to be done.ย ๐Ÿš“๐Ÿ•“

The second Musselburgh run Duncan took on, with Susan going round with him as second person. This, after she’d helped Clive clean up the kitchen.ย  George and I dropped our stalwart chef off at home while the other two delivered the last of the goodies. After a little shopping for our working week, I came home – still in reasonable sunlight! I stopped to check on the primulas I’d managed to plant out yesterday. I got a big surprise!ย ๐Ÿค

A small bird looked up at me from its sitting position behind a flowerpot. Clearly it was not happy about making my close acquaintance but apparently it was unable to get away. I ran into the house to prepare a box for him, thinking we might call the SSPCA for advice. When I returned to the front lawn with all the accoutrements, he was gone! Having only been inside for a minute or two, not very long for a strange cat to have sneaked up and taken him – we can only conclude thatย  I must have met a Jedi bird. Let’s think it through; all the time I was looking at it, it was thinking; “I’m not the bird you’re looking for!”

– Obviously I was hypnotised into not eating him, and not just filled with compassion. I left some mealworm treats around the area he’d been spotted in, in case he came back for a snack. Then I went in to write this blog, thinking: “Good job he didn’t meet Reiver first…”ย ๐Ÿ˜น

That’s all for today, folks – God Bless! See you all next week.


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