Easter Nonsense

When I woke this morning, it was very dark , I was being chirruped by a head butting, small woolly creature whose hot water bottle had gone cold and from the gleam on the deck outside, it appeared to be raining. My first thought was Koko Black * Easter eggs, filled with ice cream and topped with warm, salty caramel sauce. Of course it was !

I had not intended to share this with you, as I have been working steadily on some edifying snippets of writing to adorn this long weekend. It has been my intention to share these however edifying snippets do take time and I have been frittering time. like a casino card dealer.

Pleasantly ( The stock of the passion fruit vine which I refer to as Darth Vine has colonised my small yard and many hours have been spent ripping up its long trailing runners. The longest has been over three metres ...and yes I measured it. Time is a gift ), and gainfully ( all the 1000 jigsaw pieces are the right side up and no, the cat can no longer walk across them because she scatters them everywhere and turns them back the wrong way ...is it wrong to be very cross with your sole housemate when continually sharing premises in hibernation ? )

I have also been making a friend for a friend. I may have shared the story of when being told by a therapist , in the painful days after my long term husband had departed, that I needed to make friends, I promptly fashioned two life size mannequins from assorted soft cloths. ( I have been known to be literal in my thinking.) I named them Erkel and Marionetta and was well pleased with my creations. ( I do tend to lapse into a slightly biblical tone at this time of the year. )

They have travelled with me through many adventures in the intervening years however were consigned to a cupboard and a shed after my last move. Marionetta ( yes she got the cupboard ) was recently resurrected and now sits, spookily it must be said, in the library.

Erkel , unfortunately like many of the men in my life, stayed in the shed too long and got water damaged beyond saving. My real life friend on meeting Marionetta has asked for a friend of her own and I have been making her one . It involves lots of awkward stuffing and stitching but I can see from the outfit she has planned that she will be a beauty.

I am still thinking of the chocolate and ice cream ....and salty caramel sauce . It is impossible to think one without the other and I only have the ice cream on hand. That I have ice cream is is itself unusual . On my personal list of the foods most likely to cause me to abandon all dietary restraint, ice cream is up there. As are cheese, alcohol ( I consider it a food ), and bread. Recently however I have been experiencing a health condition which mandates soft white foods as part of the management. Seriously !

As a substantial woman ( I like to think of intellect and charm but must also own of body ) , I have been diligently addressing a size ( well several sizes, if I am being honest ) reduction. This has involved nuts, seeds, gritty salads, and fruit to good effect. Too such good effect however that they have proved irritating ( of course they have ) and now I have been instructed to eat not irritating foods.

I think this is where my sweet treat came in. I wonder if a trip to shops for chocolate and cream is essential ? Can I justify it ? They really are all big decisions in this time of Corona aren't they ?

Peace and goodwill bunnies.

* Koko Black are Melbourne based chocolatiers.