Although its nice, good even, to travel and to go out socialising in the evenings and all that, sometimes, a day off, messing around in the kitchen, gardening and reading on the sofa with a night in after dinner, is just the day the doctor ordered.
And so it came to pass.As I had travelled on Sunday, I had Thursday off as I already had worked 4 days this week I would have had Friday off, but that was already full of meetings which I could not postpone.
The night had been cold, the coldest of the autumn thus far, and when I went out to top up the feeders, the lawnmeadow was deeply frozen.I took a shot.
Back inside to have breakfast get warm again.
Inbetween farting around online in the morning, I made a loaf of spelt bread with some specialist flour Jools had bought, that would do for lunch once baked. Not all of it, or course, just the crust and a slice, covered on melted butter and raspberry jam.
And in the afternoon I made another focaccia loaf, using the "no knead" method, which meant stretching and folding the wet dough five times over two hours before putting in a tin for a final hour-long rise of an hour. Adding garlic and rosemary before cooking, so it would be done to go with the defrosted and warmed through bolognaise ragu and some fresh pasta.
A feast.
With wine.
While the focaccia rose, I sat on the sofa with Scully, reading while she gently snored.
After eating, we had coffee, but by eight, both were tired, so we went upstairs to bed.
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