Sunday 23rd February 2020

Sunday.

And once again the wind did blow and the rain did fall.

We have gone out and got wet. Or we could stay inside and get chores done, watch football, rugby and more football.

Spring is round the corner, it'll be better next weekend. Though we said that last week, and were wrong.

The heating switching on at half six wakes us up, though the cats had been meowing loudly for some time beforehand. Already it was almost light outside, meaning we would be waking up earlier and earlier in the weeks to come, as both Jools and I are light sensitive, though not vampires I stress. Just daylight wakes us up.

Anyway, we are up, feed the cats and have coffee., then take turns in going on the cross trainer to do some phys, then have a shower before it is time to have breakfast. Of fruit.

Yes, no bacon.

Shocking, I know.

I watch MOTD and the latest missteps with VAR, and with the weather still grim outside, I take the executive decision to have dinner at lunchtime, like Mum used to make. But this was no meal that my Mum ever made: herb encrusted rack or lamb, roast potatoes, steamed vegetables, cheesy sauce and a bottle of pink fizz.

I boil the potatoes until they are about to fall apart, this makes them extra crispy, then pan fry the lamb to seal in the meat and crisp up the fat, before coating the fat with a thin layer of French mustard and pressing flavoured coating into it. Pop into a moderate over for 45 minutes. Peel and steam the vegetables, make the cheese sauce, mix the batter pudding batter, put those in smoking hot bun tins, roast the potatoes and bring them all together to be cooked at half twelve.

Arrange on our fancy plates, pout the fix.

Toast. Eat Drink.

Relax for an hour. Wash up. Make coffee. Sit on the sofa to watch the England v Ireland game and try not to fall asleep.

Inbetween I complete the application to get Granddad's war record, write the admin cheque and take it to the letterbox to post. Now to wait to find what he really did during the war, or if he was "just a cook". I suspect he saw lots of action.

Anyway.

More sport with football, after the rugby.

Jools watched Dr Who, I make supper of bacon sandwiches.

And that was the day done. We didn't do a lot, but were ready for the upcoming working week.