From before 2/3 of us were born. I’m sure this’ll be brief.

I did it all except a joint of meat because we have ham left. All mainly for the annual leftover tart.

Inner peace restored

Enjoying our new fortnightly routine of Barry huffing his way through ironing a dozen of his shirts (and one of mine) and cursing himself for letting it build up. Again.

*random paper on door to stop the dog smashing his face into the glass six times a day