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Well, we've had a lovely day; even the weather has been nice most of the day, although the brilliant sunshine has been interspersed with rain and snow. I haven't been outside, though, but I bet it's cold.
I had two lovely Easter eggs, one Lindt and the other Green and Black Organic, so I'm set up with chocolate for some time to come.
The goose was very flavourful, but, alas, a bit tough. The roast potatoes were perfect, and Penny's Impossible Orange Cake made a wonderful dessert. I've eaten so much that I almost feel sick.
I mustn't eat anything now till tomorrow's dinner except my breakfast yoghurt and some fruit, because Charles is going to make a Fabada and I shall get into trouble if I can't do it justice.
Today I've done quite a lot, although when I try to think of what I've done, I can't really pin anything down. Apart from cooking the dinner and various other things, the biggest job was putting away a huge amount of laundry which had accumulated on the dining room table in black bags, but which we had to remove in order to have our Easter Dinner. It was stuff like spare sheets and duvet covers, guest towels and things like that which are always difficult to find room for, so I sorted it all out into various piles and we've put most of it away and I feel quite virtuous now.
It's quite odd. We couldn't use our usual wine glasses because we could only find two (surely they can't all have been broken?) so we used the crystal glasses which are quite small, and the result is that we didn't even finish the bottle of wine between the three of us.
Tomorrow I plan to do nothing at all except tidy my desk and get on with some writing. What's the betting that something will happen to make me abandon such a worthy plan in order to do something else more pressing?
I had two lovely Easter eggs, one Lindt and the other Green and Black Organic, so I'm set up with chocolate for some time to come.
The goose was very flavourful, but, alas, a bit tough. The roast potatoes were perfect, and Penny's Impossible Orange Cake made a wonderful dessert. I've eaten so much that I almost feel sick.
I mustn't eat anything now till tomorrow's dinner except my breakfast yoghurt and some fruit, because Charles is going to make a Fabada and I shall get into trouble if I can't do it justice.
Today I've done quite a lot, although when I try to think of what I've done, I can't really pin anything down. Apart from cooking the dinner and various other things, the biggest job was putting away a huge amount of laundry which had accumulated on the dining room table in black bags, but which we had to remove in order to have our Easter Dinner. It was stuff like spare sheets and duvet covers, guest towels and things like that which are always difficult to find room for, so I sorted it all out into various piles and we've put most of it away and I feel quite virtuous now.
It's quite odd. We couldn't use our usual wine glasses because we could only find two (surely they can't all have been broken?) so we used the crystal glasses which are quite small, and the result is that we didn't even finish the bottle of wine between the three of us.
Tomorrow I plan to do nothing at all except tidy my desk and get on with some writing. What's the betting that something will happen to make me abandon such a worthy plan in order to do something else more pressing?
