Despite having some food and stuff in the house, we decide to go to Tesco for some more stuff for the week ahead.
We had got up after seven, which meant to get back on schedule we had to rush our first coffee, then get dressed so we could leave at eight. That done, we drive to Preston for some meat.
We don't eat as much meat as we used to, but when we do, we like it to be decent and actually feel like it should, which it doesn't always when we get it from Tesco.
Although it is sunny, it feels like autumn, trees are being stripped of their leaves, the fields of brassica that proliferate west of Sandwich look just about ready to harvest, and once in the shop, the Christmas book is open. Meaning, I had to decide what we're going to eat for our meal; turkey crown, salt beef and sausage rolls it seems.
We chat about football and our holiday, but there are more customers, so I leave with some beef for roasting on Sunday, and pork pies for lunch.
We drive back home, back along the main road, taking our time, as we have all day.
We get back just before ten, time then to put Huey on the radio, just like old times. Jools puts the shopping away and I make breakfast, or warming the croissants and making a fresh pot of coffee as it is in reality.
And there were are; just whiling my time, writing, editing, listening to the radio. I slice the pork pies for lunch, make more brews, then settle down for the serious business of listening to the football. I do struggle to stay awake, but just about manage it, and so am awake when Norwich score the only goal of the game in the first half, they never really seemed under pressure. So, that's three wins from three games in the week, and our rivals have just nine points from all their games this season, which explains why they sacked their manager on Thursday, and on Saturday morning appointed for Norwich boss, Paul Lambert.
Like finding you ex is going out with the school bully or something.
And that is it for Saturday. We have a selection of party food for dinner, eaten whilst we listen to Liverpool on the radio, followed up by watching the last Gardeners World of the year. Yes, autumn is here, and now is about harvesting or preparation for next year.
We had quite a year with our garden, starting off with the new bath and beds, planting it bit by bit and seeing what thrived and what didn't. The long hot summer put a strain on everything, we had to water most evenings, and each day seemed hotter than the previous. But the late sunflowers have been wonderful, and still going. Nest year we hope to have a better than ever display of wildflowers in what I hope I can refer to as the ex-lawn.
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