It has always been marmalade! Mum makes the best ever, but when I do not get the small yearly jar, I have to resort to alternatives. As kids we were allowed marmalade and marmite on our toast in the morning ( no jam, and definately no chocolate spread) .  Jam was the ‘filler’ -‘if you are still hungry there is bread and jam’ -that white sliced bread which we took delight in squeezing between our fingers until it turned onto dough  and  jam that was usually something red, that may once have been related to a strawberry,  is possibly the reason why I really went off jam for many years, as I was always hungry, so ate a lot of bread and jam, possibly why I cannot tolerate gluten anymore.

For some reason marmalade is not as popular as it used to be, for me it is definately my preserve of choice. My favourite choice is thick dark and chunky -got to have big bits in it…shredless marmalade is for softies. Marmalade should be bitter and butch. I am very partial to Frank Cooper course cut marmalade, ‘Frank Cooper (1844–1927) was a British Oxford-based shopkeeper and marmalade manufacturer.He ran a shop with his wife, Sarah Jane Cooper. His wife made a batch of 76lbs of marmalade using a secret recipe in 1874 and this became the basis of ‘Oxford Marmalade’ ‘(quoted from wiki) Frank Cooper’s marmalade was taken to Antarctica on Robert Falcon Scott’s expedition to the South Pole.  A jar was found buried in the ice, years after the expedition. Anything I see at a local school or fete that has big bits of peel in it and looks the colour of deep amber, I buy. I am also very partial to Tahini and marmalade, on an oat cake or rice cake or gluten free toast- the sort of  grown up, bitter peanut butter and jelly.

SONG OF THE DAY AINT NOBODY Chaka Khan-my favourite bit of this song is the electric guitar that comes in  at verse 2 -. But the whole song is just a serious groove. 

SO I am asleep..bravo! and then suddenly 1.59am I think I hear a big crash and I am now awake palpatating…Have we been broken into ? Or has lovely next door neighbour just decided to have little walk about in their garden at 2 in the morning…cos i know their back door  ( about 4 ft from my head when i am sleeping) sticks and is very noisy when it shuts…I can hear the radio  playing through the wall and see the light splling across the garden…so that might be the culprit. So what do i do now? Awake and bilious.

I thought the loud crash could have been in my head…but it does happen round these parts, if not next doors’ back door, it could be  the up-stairs neighbours doing late night  acrobatics from their ceiling…..I have a couple of contortionists who do very late night exercises together ( though I have complained about their late night antics, or should I say early morning banging, but have been told to stick it as it is a natural act -no wonder I am addicted to Neighbours. It is the fantasy of having neighbours who become good friends…ha ha ha. Chance would be a fine thing. Don’t do it Ringo ( I scream at the TV screen)…We have heard your songwriting. It needs to be a hobby…

But now i am definately feeling that the new ‘ ‘gluten free’ crumpet i had  ( well i had 2 actually) at about 10 pm with cheese and marmite might not have helped…and the gluten free crumpet tasted like the centre was mad of mashed potato…and i bought two packets and they say they are not suitable for freezing…

Funny story as i asked the  bread man in Sainsbo’s if he had any gluten free bread and he kindly lead  me to the FREE FORM   section. I was expecting to find a DJ in the middle of the gluten free section showing absolute distain for musical genre- so i not the only one who gets my letters all muddled.

…or perhaps i just had one too many squares of montezuma dark chocolate, and am suffering from mild caffeine overload, possibly it was too late in the evening for chocolate. At this moment …being asleep for 90 minutes a whole night does not make. SO I have had a cup of liver salts and will stay seated in a vertical position until the dreaded heartburn goes away.

i do not need to be up right now as i have to be at the hospital in the morning  for someone to poke around at the opening of my alimentary canal…nice. Well it is late and I feel at this moment it is only right to be down right honest about the predicaments which make up life…sorry if you are bit squeemish -Children…avert you eyes.

As you can see it is all rosy in London land..I am glad that I am not doing one of those…pesky homes and gardens blogs where you think…wow! i want to have that person’s life. I often wonder if in between gorgeous photos of order and ‘arty this and that’ there is murder most foul and stinky old washing up lining up in their kitchens.

SO what can SONG OF THE DAY be when it is really song in the middle of the night…gonna have peppermnt tea and have a little think…it’s now 3.10 am…the old man is off to work at i am keeping as quiet as i can.

It has to be ‘Wish I did’nt Miss you  -by Angie Stone as the line ‘I can’t eat , i can’t sleep anymore’ is running round my head at the moment..I wonder why..belch belch.It uses a sample from the marvellous O’Jays Backstabbers track from early 70’s Philadelphia sound and is a proper late night track.