5 minutes is a long time

Sluggish start, somewhat hungover and worse for going to bed some time after 2am. Cats, however, are no respecters of regrettable heads, and were demanding food till I relented and slouched downstairs at 8:45. Lorraine and I up later for a big breakfast with Sam and Jade, who wanly repaired back to bed for a hobbit's second sleep.

Anton called with news of a hideous morning, the wooden window frame in the front of the house catching fire when he was stripping paint from it, and filling the room inside with smoke.  He had to call the fire brigade, who arrived five minutes later. I said, 'that was quick. 'Not when you're watching your house on fire,' said Anton. What a nightmare, and obviously entertaining for others in the street. Still, nobody hurt and little damage was done.

Sam and Jade got up shortly before they left to catch the four o'clock train. Lorraine drove them off after fond farewells. I had been reading A History of Ancient Egypt, volume one by John Romer. Fascinating stuff. We cooked, and rested the remainder of the day.

Below, after crowing about our first tomato, here is our first potato. All 3 grams of it.


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