Nice One Cyril

Today while trimming copper beech I'd picked, busily working away to bunch it by 5.00pm when the first wholesaler was scheduled to pick up, I was feeling a little annoyed at my workload which kept me right under the pump till knock off time on Friday. Long gone are my days in the public service when Fridays were a wind down when nothing much was done as you eased into the weekend. Some desk tidying, a few phone calls, long tea breaks, conversations.

This week was tough. The beech picking kept me going all week. Monday night was the last of my computer class for the year. Tuesday evening was the trip to Nunawading to meet the removalist, Wednesday after work the fruitless trip to the mobile blood donor service, Thursday the squeezed in trip to Dandenong for the tap cartridges and meeting with arborist in NHP and resultant late home, and here I was Friday hammering away still.

Through all that I slipped up only once. I took some stock out of the freezer on Tuesday to make a soup, did so on Wednesday morning, a quick favourite of mine, red lentils with carrots, celery, onions and little bacon and acouple of tins of crushed tomatos, putting it in the crockpot to slow cook all day. On my way home on Wednesday I picked a bunch of parsley at Hanna's where I grow stuff and added it, leaving the crockpot on intending to turn it off after my bath. Well I forgot about it and it cooked for another 24 hours till Lib found it and turned it off. It tastes a bit burnt, I think I'll end up throwing it out.

So. Why Nice One Cyril?  About 4.00pm, there I was busily trimming and bunching, Meredith came out and said Herb and Spice Garden had rung up. H+S picked up a herb and flower order on Wednesday. I had picked them some broad beans from my garden at Hanna's after those sent on Monday, picked on Sunday, were well received. I just grow broad beans for us to eat, but had a surplus. I was rushed and late but picked the broadies on Wednesday rather than see them get too old and waste, and we sent them with the H+S order.

The message from H+S was that the Chef from the restaurant that received the broadies had rung to say that the the broad beans were the best he'd had for years. We are only talking twenty kilos or so but it just gives me a buzz, to know what I do is appreciated.

Why Cyril? A few years ago we went to a Melbourne/Hawthorn game with Phil, Lib's sister Marg's husband, a keen Hawthorn supporter. During the game as Hawthorn ran away on the scoreboard and Cyril Riolli mesmerized his opponents and the crowd, Phil was heard to comment "Nice one Cyril" on numerous occasion. This of course irritated big time, however the phrase became a bit of a saying in our household when something good happened. Mind you, it also had a good work out in a perverse way when Sydney beat Hawthorn in the GF this year.

Nice one Cyril!