Crochet, Coffee, and Choo Choo Train…

Time off… 

I am off for a trip to Edinburgh, so had to leave my knitting WIP at home. The project is to big to be carried around. 

So… 


Tadaa! Crochet project is easier to handle while travelling. I have to carry scissors everywhere though. I’ll think about that particular problem a bit later.

As my husband says… we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Did i misquote? 

A Surprising Museum Visit

I haven’t gone to museum for a while, and I have to say I kind of miss it. So, when my husband offered to take us to this Norwich City Aviation Museum, I didn’t think twice to say yes. And I am glad I went with him because the museum is unexpectedly interesting.

I am not a huge fan of aeroplanes. And, I have this nagging suspicion that my husband who happens to like aeroplanes might have an ulterior motive when he asked me if I wanted to go to this museum. But really… going a museum is probably as amusing as seeing your husband turning into a schoolboy version of himself when he saw these iron birds…

You know what? I don’t usually promote something like this, but IF you are interested in aviation, and you happen to be in Norwich, I think it might worth it to go and see this place. It is run and managed by volunteers, but it was done incredibly well and very professional. The entrance ticket is cheap and unlike a lot of museums, you are actually allowed to take as many photos as you like and you can even touch some of the articles in display.

If you are in luck, you can even get an extra guided tour for a fee to enter one of the historical planes outdoor. Sorry I cannot remember the name of the plane — like I said, I am not a huge fan of aeroplanes — I might remember stuff a bit better if it is a yarn museum and we’re talking about wool and spindles.

Talking about wool and yarn and other nice things… My WIP is actually progressing well. I have to say that I do really enjoy this project much more than the previous one, and I am now about to sew it up together and finishing a project. What a happy news!

Having a next project in my head now… Hope this knitting bug doesn’t leave anytime soon…

x ❤ x

I Think Summer Is Over

Or at least, I hope so…

I know… I know how ungrateful that sounds for so many people. I realised that in this country people likes the sun, and the warmth and everything, so I know that hoping the summer to be over is not very… British — as how my DH would put it. Oh well…

But still. I am glad that the last couple of days it was cooler, even borderline chilly. I was happy that it was raining too, for so many many many reasons.

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Happy Poppies

My plants are happy with a little weather change there, my tomatoes, poppies… everything just so happy that finally they are not overheated. I am happy that with the rain, there were no football games either.

Pssh… Doesn’t matter how often my DH told them to be careful where they kick those balls… I really wish next year we can move somewhere where we could have a proper garden and better neighbour…

Anyway… I just realised I haven’t written anything for a month! And how rude of me to just barge in and rant about the weather and the neighbour and all that. Apologies.

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where are the red tomatoes?

I have to say that it had been way to warm for me to knit, but I did some progress though — in cooking, baking and especially gardening. I harvested my tomatoes, and they’re wonderful in salads and food. And boy do they taste wonderful.

Not only that they’re fresher (just picked that very morning), and pesticides free (because I don’t use any of those). It is also very satisfying to see them grow… just for YOU! Wonderful isn’t it?

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they are here! harvested, and ready to be cooked… and eaten

Since the summer is almost over, I started to collect some seeds from my flowers too. I imagine that next year, whether I will stay in the UK, or sent back to Indonesia, I would be able to grow these wonderful flowers again.

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Anyway… Does anyone know how do you harvest poppy seeds? I quite like the flowers…

 

How (Not) To Be A Good Neighbour…

My neighbours just had a row today.

I don’t like it.

Things like that always made me feel anxious — especially when I was caught in between the parties in dispute. Well… not exactly caught in the middle, but was in an extremely close proximity, and definitely wasn’t a comfortable distance from where it happened.

Ah… there’s unfortunately no shortcut to tell this story, so bear with me while I am telling you the background of the story. I will keep it very brief.

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our garden view from the inside

I have a very dear neighbour, she is a 80-something year old lady who was a friend of my husband’s late mother. Last year her son died because of medical negligence, and only won the case few weeks ago — yes you can even find the story on the newspaper. In the memory of his son, she planted a beautiful rose bush — understandably she is very particular about that flower bush.

Now, I live in a complex, where we shared communal garden. Even though there is a sign “no ball games”, the sign was only put in a certain area. Two areas that is not covered by that sign was in our back garden (mine and this lady’s), and the neighbouring block’s back garden — where their residences’s kids often plat football games there.

woops... that's the ball, and look... those are my tomatoes!!

woops… that’s the ball

To be honest, there’s nothing wrong with children playing outside. It is good, considering there are a lot of kids whose worlds were only their room and their tv or computer. It is refreshing to see kids being active. But these kids are more than active. They’re slightly… well…

When the summer holiday started, and they were out with their ball, my husband has told them to be careful where they’re kicking. When I came back from Indonesia two weeks ago, two of my tomato pots was broken. My neighbour reported to me that she has reminded them as well, but only two days ago I found my courgette plant was half snapped.

And look… whose ball was found next to it?

well well... that's the ball again... looking shifty next to my courgette

well well… that’s the ball again… looking shifty next to my limpy and sad courgette plant

The ball has hit my neighbour’s windows and front door several times already at that time — which really worried and annoyed her. But the last straw was today when the ball hit the rose bush. THE rose bush.

My neighbour took away the ball, and the kid’s dad went to her. She refused to give the ball back without giving the father a long speech about respect for other people’s property, etc. The father started yelling at her, and then started to swear as well. I mean… seriously, yelling at a 80 year old lady over a ball?

I am not a kind of person who complains about my tomatoes or my courgette — although both my husband and my neighbour told me to file a complain about it, because direct confrontation often set off my anxiety. But I do feel that the father being angry to us while his kid was the one being unruly? Really?

Do you have neighbour from hell like this one?

x ❤ x

Norwich Pride 2016

Norwich Pride is one of my favourite things to expect in the summer. It was always colourful, full of music, and packed with excitement. I love Norwich even more when I join these people marching.

rain... rain... go away...

rain… rain… go away…

This year is a little bit different. Instead of starting the parade from Chapelfield garden to the Forum, we started from the Forum to Chapelfield garden. And we have a slightly longer route. I am not sure whether I like the new route better or not, but I think it is a good idea to finish the parade in the garden.

We had a bit of drizzle too. Last year it was scorching hot, and this year it was nicer because it was cooler. I was a bit worried that it will rain and melt my make up, but it didn’t — and my make up was intact when I arrived home.

My husband started to enjoy this thing. Last year he wasn’t planning on marching, but accidentally trapped in the middle of moving people. This year, he was prepared for this. We didn’t get free whistles like what we had last year though, and I even had to buy wristbands and flags — not that I mind contributing some money for the cause, but I am just mentioning the difference between this year and last year.

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But like last year… I LOVE THE POLICE OFFICERS!!

Not only because they look incredibly awesome in the uniform (yes I have a thing for people in uniform) — decorated with pride themed accessories, but they were also totally wonderful. They even turned the siren on while welcoming us on the finish line — and cheered and clapped for us too. I think Norfolk constabulary is one of the best!

Are you going to join me next year?

x ❤ x

 

Worries…

I was trying to compose something about my holiday in Indonesia, and I did try hard. But somehow nothing came out right.

It was definitely an exciting holiday. I remember us being so enthusiastic — preparing, packing up, getting my husband proper vaccination and malaria pills. Even with my husband personal feelings towards flying, the flight wasn’t too bad — I admit having Deadpool on the in flight entertainment did help a lot in distracting my husband from thinking about flying.

of course having red wine on our aeroplane meal helped too...

of course having red wine on our aeroplane meal helped too…

I remember the train journey and how we ended up exceedingly tired because of the delay — the engine breakdown. I remember the party, and my sisters and my brother. And my parents who were so happy about having the complete set of family members in one room — something that is rarely happen recently due to us being away from home.

But when I tried to compose them to a story. It just don’t come out right.

Once I set my feet at Norwich, the excitement is gone. The holiday feelings. The sense of adventure. They’re just gone and replaced by worries. Lots of them.

view from the train, just when the dawn broke...

view from the train, just when the dawn broke…

Since I have been shouted at on the street few days before I left for Indonesia, I could no longer feel safe. After Brexit, I could no longer feel at home, nor feel welcome as a guest in this country. My husband who is a white British born and bred tried so hard to convince me otherwise, but with so many horrible news lately… it is hard not to think about the worst.

Really.

It made me think, is it possible that I could be happier if we move somewhere else?

x ❤ x

 

This Little Piggy Is Learning British Food

Few years ago I had a job as a content manager for one of a culinary websites in Indonesia. The start up website did not take off, but I discovered a whole new world of food and cooking. And I love it.

Food has been a part of our culture in Indonesia. Simple thing is, if you greet someone for a meeting the first thing you said after a hello is: have you eaten anything? How weird is that?

When I moved to the UK, I thought British food is just chips and full english (fry up!!). Full English Breakfast is good. I love it. My husband loves it. We even had it for last bank holiday weekend. It’s just… you can’t have it everyday (Or can you….?)

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My husband likes to have two of everything. The plate is not big enough for two spoonful of baked beans. Mine? I’d like to have half what he has… *shudder*

But after meeting my father in law and his wife, I realised that British food is more than fry ups. They also have Sunday roast and pies. I also learned that there’s a reason why The Great British Bake Off is such a biggie… because British desserts are just so heavenly. So I thought, of course the best way to learn how to BE British, is to EAT like a Brits.

I started to cook and bake… My husband never complained, obviously.

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Pie and Mash was such a success

Some food like meat pie, mash potato or apple crumble are quite obviously British. But I am not sure where quiche is from (it sounds French but it’s basically egg pie, isn’t it?)

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Vegetable quiche — “Where are the meats?” protested my husband

And blueberries… I don’t know that blueberries were not native to this country. But I love blueberries, don’t you?

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Blueberry Pie — It was big but gone in two days…

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Apple Crumble — quick family favourite… Gone faster than the prep and cooking time -_-

Wait… so British food is actually fry ups and pies?