knobs and knockers

I've been taking photos of knobs and knockers, not all from Portugal, but anyway. I liked the idea and I like both the words; knobs and knockers, meaning of which, is lost in translation as I discovered when in France last weekend. My obsession rubbed off on the people I was staying with and the people I met, who all said they will never be able to pass a door and not think of me!!! nice




this, I know is not a knob or a knocker but I liked it because we had a similar one on the house I grew up in (only in English!!)

and this, cos it's lovely,

kill it, cook it, eat it

well it should be buy it, cook it, eat it, but kill it sounds more aliterate.
One of the things I love about the markets here is the food. Normally it's just chicken and chips, which is always good and never dodgy, today though it was buy it and cook it yourself, and pay someone else to give you chips and wine...excellent.







and then finish it off with a freshly fried fartura

a very english tea

Ingredients:

A kind friends' garden
guests
good weather
cucumber sandwiches
egg mayonaise sandwiches
fairy cakes
scones, strawberry jam and clotted cream
shortbread biscuits
fondant fancies
tea cakes
pots and pots of tea
a vintage english car
a very english dog
and loads of wisteria
oh and a godson


yum yum and thank you