Good morning from Bristol. Not looked out, but it’s not quite as chilly this morning.
We had a good harvest festival yesterday with the church full of youngsters - the guides and scouts, etc., attended. The children were generally well behaved if sometimes noisy. Sadly, not one of the traditional hymns were sung, just “songs”.
I demolished the vegetable display and took them home. After lunch, I chopped them up ready to make into piccalilli this afternoon. They are quietly salting ATM, ready for cooking.
The chiropodist is coming this afternoon for my feet, and the pickle making.
I’m off to Tesco with my neighbour this morning. Her friend isn’t coming. Although perfectly pleasant, there is something I don’t like about her. Isn’t it odd how on3 takes to one person but not to another?
May this week be kind to you. Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩