Some Day My Quince Will Come...

A bit camp as a title but what the hey. Today was that day, we were given this quince and about half a ton more. And so we're going to make quince chutney. An awful lot of quince chutney perhaps, but we can give it away as presents. Tell you what though, quince smells lovely.

I've been confined to barracks today thanks to feeling a bit delicate. Although to look at me, the word "delicate" would be one of the last ones to spring to mind. So I've spent the day doing other things, including reading the first 10 pages of Emil & The Detektive.

We hatched on the plan to improve my German by reading 10 pages per day of a book. I read out loud (to improve my spoken German), and then I translate what I've read out. Today went well. I only needed to ask about 1 word per page.

Now I must retire to my sick-bed and resist the temptation of becoming the big drama queen that men can be when they are ill. I'm only dying in the long term sense of the word and not imminently. I shall pull myself together and eat some Chicken Soup.