Monday 22nd June 2025

Hey, it's Monday again.

And no work.

But it is a gym day.

Thing is, with the walking we've been doing recently, I feel we've been doing enough phys.

So I try to weasel my way out, but Jools is right, we should go and do a session. Anyway, the gym is partially closing for two weeks as they're getting all new equipment, so we might not be able to do much until it fully reopens.

An breezy if still sunny day, so Jools plants in the garden and I make our favourite dessert: Limoncello and Grappa tart.

So, after the gym we go to Tesco, do four days hunting and gathering, then back home for breakfast, and I then get busy.

I change the order the recipe says, and instead of beating the mix, I use the normal blade. This produces a much smoother batter, and easier to clean to boot.

It cooks in the right time, rather than having to add 50% more time before the mix sets.

And the house is full of the smells of the tart cooking, and the boozy ingredients.

It would take all afternoon to cool, which was fine, as Monday is the new Friday as far as cards is concerned, so we go over to Whitfield and are soon seated with fresh brews, and gambling for pennies.

I win Meld, Jen wins Queenie, and John grumbles about us taking is money. He's only half joking.

Back home for supper of cheese and crackers and wine, followed by coffee and tart.

And the tart was a triumph, the best ever. Tart!