Almost midnight on a Friday evening and I have a glass of red wine in front of me and the prospect of the one and only son plus four or five of his mates arriving home any time soon from a party.They drank all the spare cans of cider they could find in the basement before they went out when they were filled with promises of good behaviour. They are meant to be up early tomorrow morning for rugby. We shall see.
In the meantime I have eaten a plate of lamb chops with mograbiah. They were very good.
I think it is going to be a weekend of sustaining stews. That’ll be between raking up the rest of the leaves in the garden and mulling over the secret santa to come.