Ghouls, cooking and paint

Since the last time I put pen to paper we have had another trip to the seaside, more glorious winter sunshine, lunch out and a lovely stroll along the sands.  On the return journey we were caught behind an accident on the dual carriageway.  The collision had only just happened and was half a dozen cars in front of us.  It was particularly nasty, every emergency vehicle in the county seemed to be in attendance, including the air ambulance, and we were held up for two hours whilst the emergency services did their job (I certainly do not envy them).  What we found shocking was watching masses of people getting out of their cars from further back and trooping down the carriageway for a better look.  None of them were offering assistance, some were even photographing and videoing the goings-on.  When the helicopter arrived, people were getting their children out for a look.  What planet are these folks on?  Would they like to be gawped at, photographed (no doubt to be uploaded to social networking sites) and pointed at whilst lying on the road?  No, I thought not.  You ghouls should just be thankful that you were caught in the queue and not in the incident itself.  As for quizzing the police on just how long the road would be closed for........get real......they don’t have it shut for fun you know.  Did you think the seven land ambulances and five fire engines were just there for a day out?

Last weekend I sorted through the freezer and liberated several items that were past their use by date.  Some had been there for so long they were priced in guineas and carried the message “Good Luck to the Troops, best wishes Florence Nightingale”.  On the back of this clearing out I decided to break with tradition and do some cooking.  I now have six vegetable lasagnes neatly placed in one of the drawers.  I am guessing this is a better option than bulk buying lasagnes and other pasta dishes from the supermarkets in the current climate........I can’t say that I am fond of horsemeat thank you.

Here is a question for you regular readers.  Should I write my memoirs?  Having read several celebrity books telling their life stories, ought I have a go as well?  Difficult one really as various issues are raised.  Would it be ethical to only include the happy and jolly stuff?  Probably not.  Should I leave out people that I would rather not be reminded of but who were part of the story?  How many people might decide to sue me afterwards?  Hmmm......need to think about this a bit more I think.

Now that the better weather (ha ha ha) and longer days are approaching my thoughts are turning to decorating.  I have been in this house for nearly eight years and there are still rooms that have not been done.  My bedroom has a bizarre shape with a sloped and domed ceiling and lends itself to being painted white and marked out in large blocks to form an igloo.  There is even an arched doorway so this style is a possibility.  My parents have decorating to do too (although I expect I will have to do battle with my Dad over this and maybe tie him to a chair) and I believe a list is being compiled.  At least I sorted the trickiest area last year so the rest should be a doddle.  I enjoy the painting and can whip around a room pretty quick with my five inch roller, so let the revamping commence.