Tuesday, March 5, 2019
'Where's My Fish?'
We've had a bit of a cold snap, bringing sunny days and breezy nights with temperatures all the way down to about 37º F. Still, it's nothing compared to the cold hitting parts of the USA right now. It still feels springy here, with the blooming trees and daffodils apparently unaffected.
Yesterday I had to mail some train tickets back to the Thameslink railroad for a refund. I bought the wrong kind of tickets when Dave and I took the train to Gatwick for our trip to Malta a couple of weeks ago, due mainly to the bewildering array of ticket options and prices depending on distance, time of day, one-way or round-trip and that kind of thing. (In other words, it's the railroad's fault, not mine!) We wound up having to buy replacement tickets to return to London. So I'm hoping I can get a refund for one of those sets of tickets. We'll see.
I'm only mentioning it because I had to mail them to a little town near Leicester with the terrific name of Ashby De La Zouch. I'm sure there's some illustrious history behind that name -- it's probably Norman. I noticed on Google Maps that the town has a castle, which you can explore virtually. Isn't that great?
Unfortunately, we've already cancelled out whatever financial recovery we can make from Thameslink with another, unrelated loss.
Last night, Dave set out to make fish pie. He'd planned to make it Sunday and even went to Sainsbury's for ingredients, but then we got sidetracked by Carolyn's visit and our late lunch at the pub. So he put it off a day.
As I watched TV yesterday evening, he went into the kitchen and began whipping up fish velouté (whatever that is -- apparently it goes in fish pie). Then I heard him muttering and thrashing around in the refrigerator.
"Honey?" he called to me. "Where's my fish?"
And that's how we discovered the three packages of haddock, cod and salmon that Dave bought for the pie were missing. We're sure they're nowhere in the house -- we (and Olga) would have noticed by now. Dave thinks he left them at the Sainsbury's checkout counter -- after he paid for them, of course -- and then never noticed as he unpacked the groceries here.
I just hope that fish isn't riding around in a taxi somewhere. Temperatures have been colder, but not that cold.
Anyway, we put the velouté in the refrigerator, and Dave will buy replacement fish today. Fortunately, we had a package of chicken that did make it home from Sainsbury's, and that was dinner.
(Photo: An old school building in Kilburn.)