Sunday 23rd March 2025

So, what is it, Precious?

Is it biscuits and gravy?

No, it is not that abomination.

It is more Angel Delight?

No.

It's actual custard, not bright yellow like the brand, Birds, but dark because of the dark unrefined sugar I used, as it was either that or icing sugar.

We had been given a cherry pie at the butchers, and so I made this custard to go wit it, and although not looking too nice, with two vanilla pods in it, was mighty tasty.

That was by far the most interesting thing that happened all day, as dreich settled in from dawn and got little better.

Jools had gone to the pool while I was still asleep, so once she came back we had breakfast and then pondered on what to do.

Not much in the end.

Listened to radio. Watched football. Ate cherry pie and custard. And watched more football.

I brightened up at the end of the afternoon, but that was about it.

Jools carried on with her crochet gorilla upstairs, and I put Dr John Copper Clarke who was sitting in for Iggy Pop on the wireless.

One minor panic in the evening as we found the airline we booked our flights through had gone bust in November and the agents had not told us.

So, a flurry of mails and calls to our guide, and something to be sorted out first thing Monday.

Two weeks now until we fly.

Getting close.

I stayed up late watching France v Croatia, which went to extra time and penalties, ending at half ten.