Sleeping Murder (2)

The other day (28th December) I was pondering about the merits or otherwise of stirring up a 20 year old murder. Today I read that one Dame Owers is all set to make a command performance of stirring up the disaster at Hillsborough, as it happens also around 20 years ago, the main item on the agenda seemingly being to have a pop at the police behaviour after the disaster - there being little to interest the media now in the various lapses of judgement which caused the disaster in the first place. Roll on the day when we learn some grown up behaviour of our own in these matters.

Nearer home I was reminded this morning that I owe the 'Los Amigos Cafe' at the Epsom end of East Street an honourable mention. The place might well be run by persons from foreign lands, but they gave me a jolly good bacon sandwich the other day. Thickly sliced white bread filled with bacon, both very fit for purpose. Plus there was none of that nonsense with potato crisps or wisps of salad. Bacon sandwich was what I asked for and bacon sandwich was what I got. See http://www.losamigoscafeepsom.com/lac/.

Then onto the tunnel (see 23rd April, last year in the other place) where I came across a small and scruffy field containing a very small and slightly scruffy horse - about the height of a large dog. A brown and cream piebald which would probably look very cute and cuddly if cleaned up a bit. The horse was being fussed over by a small gaggle of ladies who were very concerned about the fact that the horse appeared to have access to neither shelter nor water, although a gent. who appeared to be a traveller did, it seems, turn up from time to time to feed it. There was a trough, but this particular horse was too short to be able to make use of it.

However, happening to have a small bottle of water in my emergency bag, I handed it over to see if they could do anything with it. Answer no; this particular horse was either not as thirsty as the ladies claimed or it had not been trained to drink from a bottle. Various attempts were made, some putting hands at hazard, but without success. But scraping around I found a fast food container, rather dirty, so we put what was left of the water into that and hoped for the best. No doubt one or more ladies will be back later, properly equipped.

Then, my usual hairdresser having the sauce to have a day off, on to the new hairdresser in Manor Green Road, one of those indicted back in October (see 1st October last year in the other place). It turns out that he is not from any of Bosnia, Albania, Montenegro, the Cayman Islands or Serbia, being entirely English at close quarters, although there may be Portuguese in-laws in the background. Much cheaper than my usual place - including, for the first time ever - an eyebrow trim and BH seems to be quite happy with the result. I also know slightly more about the numbers involved in such a business. We shall see where I go next time; my usual hairdresser whom I have been using for around 20 years coming up for retirement.

Then home to lunch off a dish adapted from the 'Rice, Beans & Pasta' volume of the Sainsbury's recipe library (99p in 1986): lentils with spicy sausage, a dish which we used to have quite often but have not had for a while for some reason. Omitted the garlic and paprika, used fresh (albeit winter) tomatoes rather than the evil tinned and used kabanos rather than chorizo. Served with boiled white rice and savoy cabbage. Very good it was too. Thank you, Roz Denny. Our one, I think, not the one that writes romances for Harlequin (see illustration).