Springtime in Augustow

We made it to Augustow. D did some shopping, collected my neatly restored overcoat, deposited some more things for fixing, while I supervised Pushkin and organised books. Returned home tired, too tired to cook tea. However, we did just eat some tomato salad with tartar sauce and ground Nigella, an invention that we will repeat. We spoilt our appetites by secret independent raiding of the ice-cream. I'm rather lacking normal cognitive faculties at the moment but I'm hoping they will return.