Hello, all. I realised at 11pm last night that I had actually forgotten to cook anything for supper, or to indeed eat anything either. I do believe I am losing the plot here. The absence of the son lurking in the background asking when supper will be ready has completely discombobulated me.
So I have written myself a reminder to cook. I am bright. I have a kitchen full of apples, beetroot, courgettes and beans at the moment, and no inclination to deal with them right now. Tomorrow, maybe.
News from the couch is a little sparse today. It has rained. The sun has shone. It has rained some more. I have had a couple of visitors. And that has been it. Excitement is sadly lacking and I have run out of things to read. I may have to learn how to work the DVD player tonight.
And that ends this blindingly stellar post.