Are Saturdays an anticlimax or just a much needed break? Both outcomes are acceptable, but I think today neither is correct.
After standard breakfast, I have to fetch the paper because we should be away, but changed plans didn’t make it back to our lovely newsagent, slapped wrist to me.
Then it’s Tesco Time and whilst Hubby is trolling the aisles I hit the Trans Pennine and phone a friend, although it’s not Big Shop weekend so my walk and talk is shorter than last weekend.
Back home, I’m roasting a chicken, and sous viding ham for tomorrow and beyond, plus dinner for tonight, which requires seven hours in the bath.
We watch a disturbing real-life movie but ultimately there is a satisfactory outcome, the subject of coercive conversion is hateful but covered well in Boy Erased. Astonishingly it’s still legal in the UK.
Hubby plays for me whilst we do G&Ts and I cook. As we’re having Christmas pudding later I decide to do turkey leg, shame I can’t get sprouts today, although Hubby doesn’t share my disappointment.
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