I can still recall the debate we had with our Religious Education teacher about a good deed resulting from a bad intention and contrary a bad deed resulting from a good intention. I didn’t study philosophy nor religion past college to have much of a qualified and studied opinion beyond that of a personal one. But I am still of the view more good will result from having good intentions and therefore this must be the leading factor when judging the two juxtapositions. And yet….“the road to hell is paved with good intentions”… I can’t help but wondering if Seneca had this (and Nero) in mind with his by now famous words “A gift consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer.”

Nevertheless something that still fascinates me, and so seemingly my son when he asked me the other day “Can good people do bad things?”

After watching another documentary on Pompeii, I got quiet intrigued about the more palatable side of the empire. After all, one would think, they would be connoisseurs of the grandest kind, but after watching a few Roman Cuisine programs, it appears taste has evolved since. One of their absolute must haves was a fermented fish sauce by the name of garum. We weren’t too keen on experimenting with this but decided instead on roman bread (or buns as these were easier to make). I will post the recipe in another post as this was a trial version and I had run out of olives and fresh rosemary. But here is a video we followed whilst making it.

And yes, so easy to make, and delicious, I am thinking of preparing the dough the night before and make them in the morning…..this time with roman herbs 🙂

flour, yeast, sugar, salt, warm water and olive oil….fresh olives and rosemary will follow next time

buns in the oven 🙂

…and finished result

An improvised day off due to a school strike, provided a good opportunity for baking scones and enjoying a proper family breakfast. As we looking forward to Christmas we even put on some Christmas Carols for getting-the-mood 🙂

getting prepared

star shaped scones

clotted cream and jam provided the icing of the cake

Some pictures are worth re-posting. Don’t you think? Not because FB tells that you posted it to the very day 2 years ago. Or because you received the most likes, ending up as some greatest hits of the last 12 months. And implicitly because you looked pretty. Why else would people like it? No, for none of those reasons and you can think of many more which will not end up being the answer you were looking for. No it’s worth re-posting, for you to remember the moment. the feelings. the future. and yes the past. You recall sitting in that hotel window frame, so aptly called the Diplomat. It was always your favourite, since those corporate days for an American multinational. But now it took on an altogether different meaning. It told you to keep cool, collect yourself, be diplomatic. And if all else failed remember Marcus. His book sat on the bedside table….whether in moments of despair or just to kill time.

You can’t actually remember where you had dinner that evening. It is all empty…blotted out. You cannot even recall why you were there in the first place…..well client meetings yes…

So the image became the metaphor for the days, weeks, months and eventually years it would take. 166 days, trying to figure out the next 1556. Not even 10% had been accomplished, and yet here you are having achieved your halfway marathon last month. Next year in October you will have completed three quarters, and then there is the horizon….2020. You honestly can’t wait. Waiting to exhale…

finding the horizon

I’m afraid that title will go to my daughter (I can’t cook even if my life depended on it) . Victoria swung buy to bake cup cakes whilst I was taking Sebastian for his final swimming lesson (if all goes well he will have got his B diploma this weekend :). Thanks for the yummy and arty cakes! It saved our dinner as the pumpkin soup wasn’t much to write home about :-S.

too good to eat

It’s been a lovely weekend – relaxing and family oriented. Victoria joined for both lunch and dinner, and as I am trawling through the weekend in pictures I find this shot. With animal ears and glasses!! Perhaps I should change to a new frame (I only wear my glasses in the evening).

new spectacles?

You rarely have a weekend where you suspend work and routine and succumb to Netflix, a glass of red and PJ’s. But a rare spell of fatigue sees you doing just that….nothing. And discovering one of the best crime dramas you have watched in a long time. Top of the Lake – A New Zealand production, portraying a small town torn up over the disappearance of a 12 year old pregnant girl. It’s one of those dramas that don’t leave you for a second, haunting your dreams as your morning to the extent you decide to spend the rest of the day seeing the conclusion to the mystery that could have just as easily passed for Scandi Noir. Perhaps that is part of the attraction…

And when it stops, and you should really pick up the task list for the coming week, you go in desperation on the quest of finding the second part of the series – China Girl. But before you hit the play button, you take the time to let the pieces of the puzzle land whilst looking up the soundtrack on Spotify. Although you don’t find exactly what you are looking for, Opening by Philip Glass seems to fit the bill. So you put it on repeat and launch just another blog post.

The days seem to trail although they are getting shorter. So when Friday evening comes the only option seems to be a takeaway and Netflix. It lasts you into the wee hours when you realise you ought to go to sleep. So you do, to a documentary about the medical condition of Abraham Lincoln.

You wake up to the rain smattering against the window. You ought to take the opportunity to sleep in but rest eludes you. So you walk downstairs, fetching something to eat and are at once confronted with the remnants of a week gone by. Dishes, administration in a neat stack which grab along with the breakfast. And some very colourful paintings depicting The Mr Men and Little Miss characters from Roger Hargreaves’.

You smile at the felt pen drawings. Somehow even Cecile managed to secure a place.

drawings with the books that just arrived for Sebastian although we all love them 🙂