Another Saturday morning when I am laying awake before six wondering if I should get up. And that was with a late night last night whilst waiting for Jools to come home, meant we were both a little tired. Jools had said to her Dad and Jen on a few occasions how nice the steaks I cook are, and what with it being his birthday this weekend, they have been invited over for an evening of steak and cards. What could go wrong? But that means we need four good steaks, mushrooms and jacket spuds to microwave and fry until they're crispy.
So, after coffee, I say I will go to Tesco to get a few things then go to the butcher. Tesco is pretty empty so I zip round, picking up stuff that we need, not taking much that are not essential. Then along the Sandwich road, turning west to Ash then across the marshes to Preston. This used to be sea, and so is very low-laying, and the ground is saturated, the road is just about passable, if I drive on the other side when I pass the biggest puddles.
The guys are in good spirits, and rib me gently about Norwich and that we failed to beat Spurs. The joint wisdom is that Norwich would win today. Shows what we all know then! I get four nice thick sirloins, all from the same row which means no one should have a 'better' steak than any other. But, really, they will all be great. I hope. I drive back home, taking my time, listening to Huey on the radio, enjoying the, if not sunshine, then bright weather.
Back home I put the shopping away then make bacon butties, which as neither of us have had breakfast is very welcome indeed. I maybe could be a vegetarian if it were not for the smell of cooking bacon.....
There is rain forecast, as well as gale force winds. So there seemed little point in going anywhere far. So, we listen to the radio, until I decide maybe we should go down to the bay to look at the waves crashing in, or at least the rough seas. So, at about half ten, we make the short drive into the village then down the twisty road into the Bay.
The waves are no huge, but bigger than most of the times we have been down there. I park up, grab the camera and we walk to the sea wall. Behind us, The Coastguard is closed, having been taken over by Shepherd Neame, and currently being refurbished. Wonder if they will do the great fish and chips the previous owner did?
We walk all the way along to Ian Flemming's old place; the cliff fall that nearly took it out has now mostly been swept away by the sea. A few others are also out, catching the air, a young coule struggle to get over the groynes so to walk in the lea of the cliffs. Brave folks! To our surprise the tea cabin is open, so Jools suggests we have an ice cream. So, sheltering in the lea of a fence, shivering, we eat our Magnums, then set off for home.
After lunch, there is football, of course: Leicester playing Manchester City. Surely the bubble would burst for The Foxes? We have all been saying that since the beginning of September. It is no February, they have no European games to distract them, and they thrashed Citeh 3-1 at their patch. Amazing result. Sadly, Norwich could not match them, slumping to a 2-0 defeat at Villa, one of only three teams below them in the league. A dreadful result, and a poor performance too. Not good. 
Just as well that England beat Scotland in the egg chasing on TV; they played well, moved the ball quickly, and took their best two chances.
We have steak and ale pie for dinner, along with lots of steamed veg and a good batch of cheese sauce. Really very nice indeed.
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