Gold sofa day

Lorraine woke up sniffing and coughing, and I snuck down and made breakfast of bacon and egg sandwiches with a side dish of tea and paracetamols. Up ridiculously late, and Lorraine simply transferred onto the gold sofa. I took the opportunity to have a gold sofa day too, and finished Clare Best's The Missing List, which is a fine, if harrowing, memoir of having survived sexual abuse as a child from her father, and then having to be with him in his last, unrepentant, days.

Lorraine rallied briefly and magnificently to cook shepherd's pie, and apple pie before returning to the  gold sofa, and then bed. I watched Match of the Day alone, with Chelsea's team of inspiring youngsters back on a winning streak. Then I slipped off to bed.

Below, a picture of Brian for no good reason.


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