Pigging out on pork
Up late, after much needed snoozes. I sprang up to go to the reassuringly middle-class Arkwrights shop to buy the fixings for a large breakfast. L and I cooking together, as Betty and her pals Amy and Millie sloped down having crept in shortly before dawn. Had a humongous breakfast with these girls. They sing lots in the morning. It's good to have Betty back home, and to see Amy who we'd not seen for some time.
I got on with my affairs in the afternoon and Lorraine and Betty went off shopping and returned with the makings of a vast Sunday roast. They sat together conspiring and looking at clothes on the iPad and laughing at pictures of internet cats.
Rosie came by for supper, and we all gorged like mad things. Delicious food, roast pork with crackling, a multiplicity of vegetables and apple crumble afterwards. Rosie persistently doing her rather excellent Welsh and Yorkshire accents. All sprawled about afterwards with stomachs like bowling balls. Watched some Glastonbury music on TV, the highlight a single song from Laura Mvula, then Rosie went home and I retired to bed early, leaving Lorraine and Betty to L's beloved Mumford & Sons.
I got on with my affairs in the afternoon and Lorraine and Betty went off shopping and returned with the makings of a vast Sunday roast. They sat together conspiring and looking at clothes on the iPad and laughing at pictures of internet cats.
Rosie came by for supper, and we all gorged like mad things. Delicious food, roast pork with crackling, a multiplicity of vegetables and apple crumble afterwards. Rosie persistently doing her rather excellent Welsh and Yorkshire accents. All sprawled about afterwards with stomachs like bowling balls. Watched some Glastonbury music on TV, the highlight a single song from Laura Mvula, then Rosie went home and I retired to bed early, leaving Lorraine and Betty to L's beloved Mumford & Sons.
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