For some reason my brain wanted me awake at half five, so as I was awake, may as well get up.
I look out back, and the waning light of the full moonlit the back gardens, but with long shadows stretching from hedge to hedge on either side of each garden.
As sunrise approached, dawn got ever more spectacular, so I left a meeting to go and take shots.As you do.
Other than that, a typical Tuesday.
Meetings. Calls. E mails. Brews. Breakfast. Lunch.
Meanwhile cats sleep on.
I watch a video from the self-proclaimed "Potato Queen", and think I could give noisette potatoes a go for dinner, along with defrosted Jambalaya.
This involved using a melon-baller to carve spheres of raw potato, then part boil before finishing off in butter allowing the buttermilk to burn.
Not perfect, but good enough.
And as a bottle of XV had arrived, and was the first of the 2023 vintage, I thought it best to test it to make sure it was up to standard.
Good news: it is.
There is football for the evening, but then there seems to always be football: Forest hold Liverpool to a 1-1 draw at the top of the table.
I finish the wine and eat crackers sans fromage.
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