Sunday 14th February 2016

Today is Valentine's Day. Someone who may or may not have existed. But almost certainly, did not visit a petrol station to buy some limp roses for that significant other. Or others.

But that is today, yesterday was Saturday, and here's what happened.

Saturday

I wish I could say that we did a huge amount of stuff on the first day of the weekend. But the weather had other times, and a look at the BBC weather revealed the best part of 36 straight hours of heavy rain. I know we could have gone out anyway, my friend Sam suggested some mono work, but in the end, we decided to stay in. Sta in and look out of the window with rain drops running down the outside. The wind was set in the north, it was cold, wet and grim. Welcome to February.

Jools went to see Nan first thing, then went into Canterbury to look for a few things. Most of which seemed to be ice cream, but hey. I stayed home to listen to Danny Baker and make bread rolls. As I do. The house had three sleeping cats, upset that they could not go out, and so showed their displeasure by sleeping even longer. Occasionally coming down to the kitchen to meow at their full food bowl, indicating, well, who know.

We ate the rolls for lunch, still warm and filled with cold ginger sausages I cooked the day before, just for this very meal. And they were wonderful.

The afternoon was filled with football. Football on the wireless. Man Utd lost at Sunderland, then Norwich played West Ham, throwing away a 2-0 lead to hang on to a 2-2 draw. Not good enough and falling to 19th, next to bottom in the table. Thanks to Chelski thrashing The Toon 5-1, somehow we end the day in 17th place, and out of the bottom three. On goals scored. The only bright spot on a grim day really.

Nan's niece came to visit from the heart of deepest Surrey. After calling in to see Nan, Mary came to ours to swap news, drink coffee. This is part of Jools' extended family I have heard about, but not met before. All the cats were very unhappy with their house being filled by two people they did not know, so went outside into the rain to show their disapproval.

By six Mary had left, and so Jools and I had a party. Or party food anyway. Seems like a good idea, fill baking sheets with ready made nibbles, and 15 minutes later, sit on the sofa surrounded by tasty food, sipping cider or ale. Lovely.

The day ended up with the latest Nordic Noir series, Trapped, filmed in Iceland, and very Nordic and very noir. Hit the spot really.