Yes, the year moves on and the sun is once again up when I rise in the morning.
The thunderstorms overnight had cleared, but left the land humid and misty.And warm.
So, once Jools has left and I have filled up the feeders, I log on and wait.
Wait for what?
Godot.
It seems.
So, I wait and wait for something that never happens.
I don't go for a walk due to a tender knee, which gets more tender as the day goes on, oddly.
The bright start gives way to cloud and a cool wind, taking the edge of the day and making it far less likely I'll go out for a walk.
I make focaccia through the day, so go with the defrosted ragu I got out. It comes out perfect, I have to say, and once in the oven at four, is cooked in twenty minutes, full of bubbles with a crispy crust.
We eat plenty, but there is still much leftover to reheat and eat in the days following.For the evening there is the Chelsea v Spurs game. Two bang average teams, with the home team coming out on top.
And all over by half nine so I could go to bed at a decent time.
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