And we loved her.
And indeed, it is December again, and another month of sloth and idleness for Jools and I, over eight months since retirement.
And with the winds set to blow and blow wind at the house all day. We did little.
Of any note.
Jools is feeling a little off colour, so we lollygagged around once we had eaten breakfast, though Jools did take her Aunt to the doctors, but felt pretty crappy upon her return, so took to bed with an ice pack and slept for a couple of hours, surrounded by three of our four cats.
I just did more of not much substance, though I did think it would be good to have the main meal for lunch, so made crunchy-coated haddock, more grains, steamed vegetables and the rest of the wonderful cheese and mustard sauce, which we smothered over our plates.
It had to be used up.
And then an afternoon of Bangers and Cash on one of the lesser TV channels, nice gentle stuff, while we tried to stay awake.
Supper was a selection of stinky French cheeses, crackers and wine. But from Tesco now that No Name Shop has closed.
The cheeses were OK. The wine wonderful, and a reminder why I don't drink it now, as two glasses were not enough, but I resisted opening a second bottle. Instead had some of the Masala wine that Jools uses to make tiramisu.There was football on telly, of course, but as I was to be up at five in the morning, I went to bed at nine. So was fast asleep when Jen rung to see if I had remembered that I was picking her up at Gatwick in the morning.
Yus. I'll be there.
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