Sunday

 Morning everyone.  Well, I'm home, unpacked and settled again after a journey that was so ridiculously easy that I reckon the Fates studied my worse nightmares and gave me the total opposite instead.  Even the very few traffic light worked in my favour.  I didn't remotely get lost, not even once, not even a smigeon of lost.  OK, it is an easy journey, but if I have a talent for anything, it is getting lost in my car.

But not yesterday.

So - as I said, home, unpacked and washing in the machine.  Now I am pondering on this much delayed holiday.
What did I bring home with me.  Well . . .

Plenty of stuff I never used but you can bet your last 10p that if I hadn't had it, I'd have needed it.

Very nice sirloin steak, devoured with relish yesterday evening.

A great wodge of smoked back bacon which I will deal with today, cutting off the unnecessary (?) fat to give to the birds and wrapping in small single portions for the freezer.

Family gifts.  Gin for Beth, rock for Alex, some chutney for Dave and Anna and some posh drinking chocolate and venison pate for my lovely Dad.  
Also a lap tray for me - one of those trays with an attached beanbag, useful not only for plates of food but also for leaning on top read or write, etc.  I also treated myself to two little bowls.  I've been looking for tiny pudding bowls, smaller than the pyrex half litre ones, for when I'm mixing just a small amount of something and I found a lovely little kitchen shop in Framlingham where they had both little plastic bowls and, lovely things, mini Mason Cash bowls, 250ml capacity, for around ten times the price.  Well - I was on holiday so . . . 

Two books.  Real books, not Kindle books.  One is an Ann Cleves detective thingy that I haven't opened yet and the other is a David Mitchell meander through life, 'Dishonesty is the second-best policy and other rules to live by'.  I'm a great David Mitchell fan.  I 'like' both him and Victoria Coren Mitchell, admiring them as both very clever and yet approachable people who often say what I would love to say, had I better command of the English language and more intellect.  I'm not rushing through this book but taking it slowly, relishing every turn of phrase, clever comment and chuckle - and there are plenty of chuckles. 
I totally recommend this book . . .

And, most of all, I have come home with memories.  Lovely memories.  Memories of  weaknesses fought and overcome, of wonderful experiences, of a thoroughly lovely week.

Aren't I lucky?

Today I have washing to sort out, an appointment with a tuition parent and an allotment to deal with.  The baby corn must go out and so must the courgettes.  Some of the latter have flowers!!
Apart from that, I expect it will be an easy day!

Take care and stay safe, whatever your plans.

xx