It
seems strange to have nothing to do towards dinner tonight. The Fox is cooking.
He’s going to make a curry. That means no potatoes even for me to peel/scrape.
All I need to do is get some prawns out of the freezer nearer lunchtime so they
will have thawed ready for nearer 5pm & his cooking. The only other thing
is to find a nice bottle of white wine to go with it, always difficult with a
curry.
Sunday
is always a cook day for the Fox. By the time I’ve stripped the bed &
sorted the washing out I’m too shattered to cook.
This
morning will be a quiet one for me. I’ve already been to church via radio. Soon
I will be happily jigging through the omnibus “Archers” programme, catching up
on events in Ambridge. And so the day will continue, hopefully with me rested
for the afternoon chores.
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