Although I did wake at half five, my stupid brain thinking of the blog post, so I got up and wrote it, in the cool dark, pre-dawn.



At eleven, we went out, back to the Co-Op as we found it was open, for more bread, butter, vegetables and fruit.
The roads were quiet, people back from mass, and menfolk were firing up the BBQs, while families stood around and just talked and smoked. Or smoked and talked.


After lunch, I went out to hunt for butterflies and flowers, and straight away was rewarded with a fine Violet Dropwing posing on a dead stem, allowing me to get several shots.



The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to stay awake, and keeping up to date with the football, as it was the North London derby.
I made carbonara for dinner, tricky with limited space in the kitchen and range of blunt knives, but I got it made, and pretty good it was, doubly with fresh guanciale.
We listened to some music, on the smart speaker, and from the farm down the hill where they were having a Eurodisco, the low point being a techno version of Another Brick in the Wall, but that ended dead on ten.
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