Saturday 15th August 2020

Saturday.

And we had no plans.

No plans to go anywhere.

The weather wasn't too good, but not bad. But there wasn't anything I really needed to go out and snap. It still doesn't feel right to start churchcrawling again. And as for shopping....

So, we chilled.

The day alternated between hotter than the sun and refreshingly cool. Just depended whether the sun was shining.

We get up at half six(!), and after coffee, I say, fancy bacon butties?

Turns out we do.

Soon the house is filled with bacon grilling. Much better smelling than grilling fruit.

Mmmmmm, bacon.

And that is it, really.

We listen to the radio, play with kittens, pick up poo (from the kittens), mess around online.

The morning passes.

Stuck for lunch, I defrost some wild garlic sausages and then fry them up, we are tucking into fine sausage butties within half an hour. In a change, I put plum chutney on the butties. And that works well with the wild garlic.

Despite it being the second weekend of August, there is no football, except Scottish football, and, well, you know. The last season is lingering on, and the European competitions are limping towards their finale next weekend, but they are all evening kick offs, and only available here on BT Sport which we don't have.

So the afternoon wears on towards evening, livened up by the ice cream van coming along our street. We have double 99s.

Yummy.

The expected thunderstorms peter out. Again. And there is no rain here again.

Dinner is breaded pork and stir fry, which takes half an hour to make and is mighty fine. This week has been an attempt to empty the freezer of stuff before filling it up next week from the butcher, and job is going well at the moment.

The evening has more music and Uckers. I win.

And we end the evening, as Citeh crash out of Europe again, sitting in the shelter at the bottom of the garden, and me sipping banana and vanilla whisky.

As you do.

No lightning.