Two Aubergines

 You'd think that I knew there were two large aubergines on my one plant in the greenhouse but they grew without me really noticing. Probably due to rushing in and out of said greenhouse in the heat, with watering can and not really stopping to examine. Watering into a flower pot sunk between the two plants in each grow-bag is really quick and easy.

The flowers at the top of the plant aren't setting and I had noticed several flowers had dropped off  but these two were down at the base, under some large leaves. I used them with an onion and two tins of tomatoes to make a big batch of aubergine and tomato sauce for using with pasta. 

Grated cheese over the top when eating makes a quick and easy meal. A nice piece of home-made focaccia bread to mop up the excess juice goes well with it too.

St Mary's Church, Willisham

 Simon Knott creator of the Suffolk Churches Index has been here twice and never found it open and it wasn't open for me either but he wrote  a good story about it HERE

The church sits high and can be seen from half a mile away through the little lanes of this bit of Suffolk. Just a shame that it's always locked apart from the occasional service.

That's Parish Church  number 142 that I've visited (out of approx 500 in Suffolk), thankfully only a handful have not been open to see inside.

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Thank you for comments yesterday.

Sad?

 I had a phone call from an unknown number last week, it told me my first husband who I'd been briefly in contact with a couple of years ago, after a gap of nearly 50 years, had died in hospital. He  lost his driving licence due to drink driving at the end of 2024 and I only heard  from him a couple of times after that, but he must have kept my phone number in his phone. His current and third wife, who he'd also split up from, said he had been ill since February. He was 71 - same age as me........

He didn't remember anything about our 7 years together, was as hopeless with money as he'd been 50 years ago and having left wife #3  was living in one rented room with a shared kitchen and bathroom, he had very little contact with his two sons and grandchildren (from the wife after me),  told me several lies and didn't have many interests. We had even less in common than we had in the 1970s. 

So why do I feel sad to hear of his death?