The sun shone. The sky was blue. We ate soup for tea and shared the last two of a batch of pies that I'd made up from leftover stew.
The fridge is empty.
I've rediscovered cooking. This makes me very happy.
Season’s Greetings, or Saturday Morning at 8:40am
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(all the best from me to you and yours)
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