In the pink

The last few days has seen a slight curbing of my activities, due to my careless use of a knife the tip of my left forefinger is no longer where it should be. For several days I had been working on a very pink hand bag and whilst cutting the final piece of leather I sliced off the tip of my finger and it's attached nail. Isn't it amazing how such a minor injury can have such a debilitating effect, although right handed, it would seem that my left forefinger is used for almost everything that I do. Any way, I did manage to complete the offending bag albeit somewhat more slowly than anticipated. I told you it was pink! The following day, a local farmer here, offered me three wood pigeons that he had shot as part of his pest control regime. Neither of us had eaten pigeon before so I jumped at the opportunity to try something different. I removed the breasts from the birds and diced them while Pat prepared the other ingredients before putting it all in the slow cooker. I have to say that it was both very tasty and very filling. I have tried a little fishing but again returned empty handed, I believe that during the recent cold snap, when the river froze over from bank to bank many of the fish left the small river here for the deeper water of the nearby river trent and as yet have failed to return. So, I'm afraid that's about it for now.