I can't remeber the last Sunday were I was at home, on my own, with no-one around. Shame then that Spitfire decided to wake me up at 11am, when I really wanted to have a bit more time in bed.
Off picking Sloe's with Sy later (more Sloe Gin, Ian!!!), then Janet is joining us for one of his infamous Older Luncheons. I say lunch, it'll stretch out from 2-3pm until the wee small hours, with copious amounts of food and alcohol. We're having Lamb too., something I'd not be allowed if Jules were here. She like chicken and pork, so the menu was always somewhat limited.
