And so to the weekend.
Though we have already have had a 15 day weekend. But two more days to prepare for work is always good.
Anyway, we really have very little food in the house, other than stinky French cheese, and although it would be nice to live on that, its not the best.
So after coffee, having laid in bed until half seven, we go to Tesco at ten past eight.
Slightly more busy, fewer parking spaces, but we get all what we need, and am back home by nine ready to unpack and have breakfast.
After the pouring rain on Friday, we are treated to a brief reprise of summer, with endless sunshine, light winds, and even butterflies in the garden. A single fresh Comma was spotted at lunchtime, but I didn't have the macro lens ready.
Anyway, I was going to spend the morning mixing the batter for a Christmas cake. Whisking butter and sugar, add eggs, then flour and finally dried fruit and madeira.
What I did forget, however, was the mixed spice. I realise once the tin was filled and decorated with almonds.
Sigh.
Then in the oven for four and a half hours.
In the meantime, Norwich were on the tellybox, away at Derby. Derby hadn't lost at home since February, but along came Norwich.
City won 3-2, though four of the goals shouldn't have stood, but we'll take the win and so move into the top half of the table.
Better, but a long way to go.
And then, one of my favourite things: listening to the commentary and scores updates on Radio 5, while sipping on a huge cuppa and dunking chocolate biccies.
Perfect.
And that was followed by more live footy on the telebox, Wolves v Liverpool, which was very watchable, and with that ending, another day drew to an end, with an air frost outside.
Winter is coming.
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