234 days, that's how long I've been under virtual house arrest. 234 long days. No wonder lethargy and losing the will to live seem to stalk me from the shadows. During that time I won't have been out of the house more than a dozen times, and none of these were to anywhere exotic. Unless you class Seaton Carew and Shildon High Street as such. Still one must keep ones chin up and not turn into one of these whining, whinging bastards who keep popping up on the TV with an annoying regularity.
One thing I do seem to do a lot of is cook and bake to the point come the weekend I have turned into meals on wheels and delivering the likes of Shepherds Pies and Cheese Scones to elderly relatives. Which reminds me having put pictures of said cheese scones on facebook and twitter I have had a number of people asking for the recipe. The Cheese Scone recipe itself is a variation on my mothers and is as follows:-
- 12 ounces of self raising flour
- 3 ounces of marge or butter
- 8 Ounces of mature cheese such as Cheddar or Red Leicester
- 1 heaped Teaspoon of Mustard - I use English or Dijon.
- 2 beaten eggs in three tablespoon fulls of milk
- Ground black pepper to taste.
Derby held out his hand to steady Joan as she negotiated a rickety old style. As he did so he looked out across the golden fields of wheat into the valley below. He had always loved this spot, not least because of the significance it held for both him and his wife.
“You alright my love?” He asked as she gingerly regained Terra Firma.
“Yes sweetheart and you?”
Derby nodded and turned back to the path which skirted the wheat field. It hadn’t changed much he thought since they last came this way some 30 odd years ago. He smiled to himself as the memories came flooding back. Joan was a real beauty in her youth with her long blonde hair and Sapphire blue eyes which were always smiling. It was what had attracted him to her in the first place, her smile.
He had been different back then, a virile young man with all of his life in front of him. He remembered how lucky he’d felt as he’d walked hand in hand with the prettiest girl in town. If only he could turn back time and they could be that young again. Even if it was only for an hour or so.
“I remember this spot, don’t you?” Joan said as they reached the corner of the field.
“How could I ever forget it,” Derby answered.
He turned to face her and before he had time to think about it his wife had her arms around him and was kissing him with a passion he had not felt for a very long time. He took a step back toward a fence and lent up against it.
“Why don’t you sit on my knee?” he asked as he kissed her back.
“Like I did the last time we were here?” Joan answered with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Yes just like that,” Derby answered as he felt something start to stir below. Joan tugged at his belt and a moment or two later his trousers were around his ankles and she was sitting on top of him. They made mad passionate love with a wild physical abandon which literally took Joan’s breath away. When they had finished she gently stroked Derby’s head as he gradually regained his breath.
“My god,” she said. “You never made love to me like that 30 years ago, let alone now.”
“No, you’re right love,” Derby gasped, “but 30 years ago that fucking fence wasn’t electric...”