But Jools had swimming booked for eight, or would have done if the pool hadn't blocked her for missing a booked swim, which she missed due to contamination of the water which she was called so not to go to that session.
Anyway, she went anyway and the mix up was cleared and she did her 80 lengths.I stayed here and did stuff.
Main thing was to take the now cold cake out of the tin and wrap it so the booze and mature over the next ten weeks. I wash and clean and so all sorts, though a day and a half later, I can't remember what.
I prepare the fruit for beakfast, then go and sit in the patio to eat it with Scully and a coffee. There is nothing she likes more than rolling in the sunshine while either Jools or myself scratches her head. She snoozes with a huge smile on her face.
Jools returns, she has her fruit and I make coffee and warm croissants. Which we also eat on the patio with an even happier Scully between us.
That left the main task of the day: preparing roast beef for us, Jen and John to have at two. So, the meat is seasoned and floured, potatoes peeled, boiled and drained. Meat put in for 80 minutes, vegetables prepared and steamed, and once the beef was done, using the juices and stock made last week, finaly the Yorkshire puddings put in to cook and the potatoes not roasted but fried, and come out crispy if not having quite the taste.
But good enough.Jen and John arrived at one, and sat on the lower patio, having pre-meal drinkies before I dish up.
Dinner, needless to say, was a triumph, and just about the right amount. And being the chef, I was spared washing up duties. But once they had cleared up and put everything away, we played cards.
And, in a change from Friday, I was triumphant.Which was nice.
And somehow, the weekend had slipped by. It was dark and just an hour before the final of the football.
Which like most finals, was tense and nervy, but France won out in the end, 2-1.
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