Sunday 2nd February 2025

We woke late on Sunday.

Jools's shoulder was no better, if anything it was worse.

We would take it easy again today.

It was going to be a glorious day outside, endless blue skies and full sun, if cool in the breeze.

We had coffee, put on the radio to listen to Radmacaroons and then have fruit for breakfast ,before I washed up and thought about more gardening.

There was the Buddleia to cut back, so I got the hand saw out and began sawing.

I put the branches in the brown bin, tidied up and put the tools away.

After a mid-morning brew, I prepared the Côte de boeuf for lunch, part boiled potatoes. Then began cooking at half twelve, the beef being seared before finishing off in the oven.

It was a little rarer than I normally have, but it was tasty, and enough meat left over to do something with later in the week.

Potatoes were sliced and doused in goose fat and done in the air fryer, while the creamed spinach was defrosted and warmed, while the mushroom were last to be done, cooked in butter.

Not bad, not bad at all. And also not huge, so we were not sleepy in the afternoon where I watched Spurs win at Brentford, hear Man Utd lose at home to Palace and later, Arse thrash Citeh 5-1.

That's a lot of sport.

We had hot cross buns for supper, then to bed after I had captured Scully as he had another date with the vet on Monday.

Poor little pudding.