The biggest project, the Kent churches, might never be completed.
So what this meant was a day given to chores and assorted tasks.
First up, after coffee, was Tesco of course, and a whip round there for a few essentials and some non-essentials left us over a hundred quid lighter, just as well its pay day, I guess.
And then straight to Preston to the butchers.
Oddly, after several years of traffic chaos on this weekend, it was very quiet on the roads, meaning we could get around just fine.
The hedgerows and central reservations are a riot of colour as the high season wild flowers do their thing, and it seems KCC haven't sent out the strimmers to hack them back for a change.
We buy a load of stuff at the butchers. Mainly stuff for recipes, though there is steak for that night's dinner.
And back home via Deal and Walmer, so to avoid the port traffic, just in case, getting back just after nine.We have breakfast, put the shopping away, bag up the meat and put that in the freezer. I then get down to making limoncello and grappa tart.
It takes 12 egg yolks along with sugar, ground almonds and raspberries and the booze too. I might have added a dash or two extra, which as it turned out, was very noticeable when we tried it later in the day.
We should be watching the Olympics, I guess. But we manage to fill our time without watching it, hearing about the opening ceremony and first medal winners via news reports.I put the tart in the oven, and soon smells divine. The steak is seasoned and oiled, and left to rest, before in the middle of the afternoon I cook.
And is a triumph. Again.
Steak, chips, garlic mushrooms and fresh corn. Washed down with a bottle of red.
Lovely.
Later, I cut the tart, pour some cream and more limoncello, make coffee to go with it, and it is another winner. If heavy for an evening snack.
We sit outside as darkness falls, stars come out.
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