dairy 3 April 2010
It is LASHING rain here in Tenerife right now – LASHING. If I don;t get some proper sunshine I may have to go on an ugly and pointless rampage. On the flip and nicer side, it is a very relaxing time. Pedicure earlier…lunch in town, gym and now loking forward to a glass of red wine before dinner. The local wines (the reds anyhow) are lovely and I am of the opinion that it is impossible to have a bad meal here.
My favourite moment of the day so far has to be richard deciding he won’t do dairy today…so, he wasn’t going to have an egg this morning at breakfast…when I had finished choking on my laughter I explained that hens may live on a farm with cows but it doesn’t render them dairy. ‘That bacon on your plate has as much dairy in it as an egg,’ I told him. In mitigation, he meant scrambled egg (or that’s what he said when tackled, anyhow) and I will allow that there might have been butter or milk involved in the preparation of same…
Saw some Easter processions go through the streets last night and I found them really spooky. The first was accompanied by drumming alone and was scariest for me, though the 2nd had trumpets and a band and was a little less affecting. The thing that gets me is the hooded penitents – they were in long purple, red or black robes – but they wear the tall, pointed hoods that remind me of the Ku Klux Klan. And they were carrying quite graphic scupltures aloft, pietas of the dying Christ and his mother.
