My kid bought me this chocolate from Mexico. It was vile.
Sunday. It rained and rained last night. The cat was annoyingly meowing and trying to get comfy. Her version of getting comfy is lying on top of me. Everyone was restless. I guess we're all settling in under the same roof again.
We got up late and I took Charlie for a walk. It was still a fine rain so deserted. He chased a few rabbits with no success and lost his ball in the long grass.
The oldest and I took a whole slew of cardboard packaging to the tip along with the results of my enthusiastic shredding (the rest topped up the compost bins which I've been allowing to get soggy in the rain.)
We came home and dismantled the Christmas tree,did 90 zillion loads of washing and watched say yes to the dress and dance moms. Perfect rainy afternoon tv.
I went to the supermarket to buy a few odds and ends and then made a baked chocolate tart, roast beef and Yorkshire puddings, broccoli and pumpkin. I had a Hendricks and tonic, curtesy of my duty free. We watched the Great British Bakeoff and decided this would be our new Sunday evening Telly.
The youngest cat had slept on some sheets I forgot to put away and they were filthy. She's never really got the hang of washing herself so I took her outside and brushed her vigorously to her patent disgust. She is now hiding in the garage but is much cleaner.
It sounds the dullest day ever but it was perfect.
Shame about the chocolate, but the packaging is to die for.
Posted by: Mrs B | Monday, 12 January 2015 at 05:30 PM