Domestic Sunday

An organising day, running about a bit doing assorted jobs. Lorraine cooking little snacks for Enzo. I heard this as smacks at first, and the phrase opening a packet of smacks made L and me chuckle. You have to make your own amusement these days. They were peanut butter and apple smacks.

A spot of clearing water weed. The pond needs some serious attention, but the two fish not eaten by the egret are doing well despite heatwaves. Plenty of domestic tasks, as well as finding passports etc. ready to head off to France.   Slipped off to the gym for a bit too. 

Spoke to the Tobster and Mum. Toby's getting back into the routine of work, and had just returned with Romy from staying with Joan and Dick. Mum had been to church with Wynford this morning. There is free food there too, which Mum enjoys. Otherwise I cooked roast chicken for dinner, while Lorraine did some pottery. All well. Watched highlights of Chelsea vs Arsenal this evening. Chelsea lost. And so to bed.