Busy doing nothing

Lazy Sunday. Looked after my Lorraine who continues to slowly recover. Breakfast in bed. Later I had a bit of an ah-ha moment talking with Lorraine that I realised that the new slew of poems I have been writing were actually a separate group. Otherwise I made a rather excellent fish pie under Lorraine's supervision. 

Chatted with Mum and with Anton, who recommended a programme about brewing, (he described it as the Great British Bake off but for blokes) where teams around Europe are tasked each week to come up with a new beer to a brief. Also watched some footie on Match of the Day. Football is a consolation. Weather horrid, so the great outdoors untroubled by me at least.