A short respite before the hordes descend on me for a meal of sorts. I find I am past getting huge meals ready these days so I offered them Farmhouse Soup (lots of veg plus herbs, beans, pasta etc.) with really good bread and parmesan. This to be followed by home made apple crumble and either ice cream or home made custard. I made it all first thing this morning and have just set the table, so resting until they arrive (they being my Great grand-daughter and her mum plus her dad (my son) and his wife. Now that all the work is done and all I have left to do is scatter the chopped parsley on the soup I can relax.
Isn't it odd how we have just gone smoothly into Autumn after that long hot Summer. Fleeces have made an appearance again on the early morning dog walk and shorts (mainly on men) have largely disappeared and I can't say I am sorry. Middle aged and elderly legs on either sex are, in my opinion, best kept under wraps
It is a funny sort of day. As I sit here and glance out of the window sometimes it is raining and at other times there is bright sunshine. It can't make up its mind exactly what it wishes to do today.
I dashed into town to get something for my soup which I had forgotten and made the stupid mistake of buying a Sunday paper. I take the Times all week and The Guardian on Saturdays. Sundays I give myself a rest. Wish I had done so today. Brexit is not the headline today - oh no - it is Party Conference Time (shudder). Now, just in case you don't know, it is WAR between Boris and Teresa on the eve of their party conference. I shall make a point of not watching the news for the next three days.