fifi said... On "Rockcliffe" this week, young Dr D finds that making soup is almost as hard as convincing wee auld Mrs McLatchey to take her heart medication. In his usual endearing manner he ineptly stirs pieces of vegetable forlornly around in his broth.Luckily for him, it's Isabelle to the rescue: turning up just in the nick of time with a big bunch of dahlias, a cauldron of hot soup and a package of....Gorgonzola!As usual the beautiful landscape is the real star of the show, though,luckily for Mrs Mclatchey, Dr D is a far better physician than chef.
Above, a pot at our front door, still blooming away in October - though the first frost will cut down the flowers.
Below, having enjoyed a nice combing session, Sirius relaxes on Mr Life's legs.
In our college we teach towards exams in English language and literature but we also teach vocationally-appropriate, practical English, to people doing all sorts of courses such as beauty therapy, preparation for nursing, business studies, computing and so on. My preparation for nursing students - all young and jolly but not necessarily academic giants - were doing an assessment. ("Hollyoaks", by the way, mentioned below, is a soap opera, which I myself don't watch.)
Student 1 [looking up from the article she was reading]: What's schizophrenia?
Me: Well, it's a psychiatric mental condition -
Student 2: It's what Newt's got in "Hollyoaks".
Student 1 [completely satisfied]: Oh, right.
Student 2 [nodding conspiratorially to me]: Talk to them at their own level.