First-off it was time for the social event of the fortnight - a trip to the supermarket! So it was on with the glad-rags, blow the dust off bags, debit card and the like, and remember how to drive a car!
Ho hum, that was exciting - it even involved delivering some supplies on friends and a socially-distanced exercise in lipreading at their garden gate.
Home to a bread and soup brunch, and then Kitty finally got her walk...we acted on the Janis Joplin principle of 'get it while you can', and spent plenty of time on the golf-course again, as rumour has it the club will be reopening in a couple of weeks...
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a pottering sort of way - inspired by Son's pics of his new flat, I spent some time redoing my 'ledges'.
And then started to look at finishing the ceramics which emerged from the kiln last night. Mixing some beeswax with a pinch of yellow colouring was fun - the resulting orange gloop on a plate was EXACTLY what I wish was oozing from my ears.
Sadly not...
The day deteriorated from then on...Alistair went out to do his Samaritans shift and returned after 8pm to a tipsy grump, who had achieved nothing - the ceramics are all rubbish, I had watched a terrible film (you know those ones with a pill-popping witch of a mother, an alcoholic father, three damaged daughters who arrive with their various philandering spouses and delinquent teenagers. And everyone proceeds to tear each other apart with breath-taking viciousness. And then they all leave...)
And drunk too much cider.
And watched the fire burn down.
And forgotten to get any dinner started
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