Moscow Mule

Lots of ice
Limes, sliced
Lots of vodka
fresh mint, chopped
Lots of ginger beer

I was cleaning ash out of the fireplace on Sunday when I heard this on the TV. Lib was watching one of those chefs on the Austar sattelite talking about finger food, and I pricked my ears when I heard limes as we have a prolific tree in our yard. The Moscow Mule is an alternative to champagne and I must try it one day. I was rushing to be on duty at the Emerald museum because they couldn't get anyone from the normal roster, it being mother's day. It was a cold, dreary, wet weekend so we needed the fire not only to save gas and electricity costs but it helps morale. On both Sat. and Sun. on my morning walks I needed a raincoat as a misty drizzle (a drizzly mist?) was falling, and this persisted all day Sunday. On Saturday we went to the footy, Melbourne vs Fremanltle and our team, the Melbourne Demons had a big win. We rang up Lebanese House restaurant and ordered some takeaway meals which we picked up after 1.30pm and put in the esky, before the football. The restaurant opens at 6.00 pm on Saturdays but the owner remembers us, we have been going there for 25 years and says so long as we let him know we're coming he'll cater for us. Such a nice man, he remembered me when I rang even though we hadn't been for well over a year since he changed his hours to have a little time to pepare for Saturday night. He even called me "Bro" on the phone which I took as a show of recognition and friendship. And it was as usual great food. Sunday night afer our roast dinner of bladebone beef we watched "Million Dollar Baby" on DVD which Gordon bought me for my birthday and although the boxing theme, esp. women boxing, did not appeal, I was engaged by the film and enjoyed it. Of course I had no idea where the story would go before we watched it. I would recommend it. I just remembered, with a bit of a shiver, that I forgot yesterday to pay for a daypass on the Citylink for Sat's trip. We usually go the back way to the footy to aviod tolls but we were running late and had to get to the restaurant. I hope I can pay today or we'll get a fine, over$100 I think. Big brother watches every move. I wonder if ASIO would mind the Lebanese restauranter calling me "Bro."