greek chicken lemon and rice soup

Maz is greek and puts lemon on lots of things.  we even joke about lemon on toast.  yuk.  i love lemon, it gives chicken a flavour boost amongst other things.  today she made a comfort food her mum used to make.  click here for the recipe.  well, it was unusual that's for sure.  i'm not sure that i loved it but it was quite nice.  very lemony :)  she also made an eggless sultana cake which was delish.  i just had some with my coffee.  Maz loves cooking.  she's had major surgery on her foot/leg and is slowly recovering.  of course she's doing far too much walking around on it.  i saw the scar today.  it's huge, and, she needs a letter from the hospital at the airport because of all the metal in it now.  eight weeks non weight bearing but someone isn't good at listening to the doctor.  say no more

Margaret news

Margaret's time ran out at the nursing home so her daughter in America said she can return home.  Margaret has no one at home to care for her and except for Brian, her friend, she has to cope on her own.  her dementia is so advanced now that she is not capable of caring for herself.  Brian brought her home and she fell over on her way into the house.  i've been going down there some mornings to make her tea and toast. the other day i'd been out all day looking after Maz, that's another story, and went down there to see if she was ok.  i heard her but she sounded far away, she was calling out but i couldn't hear what she was saying.  i went to go around the back and she had moved a massive block of wood from in front of the gate.  she said she's been locked out and was laying on the ground for ages.  i took her inside and made her a cuppa and put her back to bed.  when i went down there that night she had no idea what had happened.  her daughter is coming in a week or so.  i hope she does and Margaret is looked after.  she would have been better off in the nursing home, at least she would have been safe in there. 

i have good news

i should label this post found found found.  yay.  i cannot believe it but i found my lost keys this morning.  in my jeans pocket.  i'd only worn them twice and hung them up in the wardrobe.  i was shocked because i didn't think i'd ever see them (the keys) again, although that didn't stop me from having a look every now and again.  my neighbours and i were going out for lunch today so i'm so lucky that i decided to wear those jeans.  my neighbour cancelled so i went off to meet Maz early.  we went to kmart.  oh dear.  so many bargains.  then we went back to Maz's place and had some lunch.  my son is coming over tomorrow to help me silicon a few holes on the shed roof.  it's leaking.  :) 

lost lost lost

i hate it when i lose things.  it happens much too much too and stresses me out a lot.  this time it's my spare house keys.  i've been cutting up old rosemary bushes down by the letterbox lately and i'm thinking i've dropped them there and perhaps someone has picked them up.  there was no ID on them.  i may have dropped them in the green bin.  that's a possibility.  the thing i hate most is that i stress and obsess about it.  it all happened when i (don't laugh) lost my spare car key.  i pulled everything out of the dresser and stuff was all over the place.  i found the (first) lost key.  yay.  but in the meantime i've lost the spare house keys which lived in the dresser with the car keys. i've replaced the three main ones but i can't remember what other keys were on the bunch.  bugga.  i've also searched the house high and low.  i'm hoping they dropped into the bin or they are hiding in the house somewhere.  never mind.  as my cousin said, noone has broken in so far.  lol