Eggs...

A trip to the supermarket for some emergency eggs, then home for breakfast, papers, Cerys...

After Iain left for work I did some cleaning, then spent a good while making Portuguese tarts. Jesus wept. The recipe said it was easy. It took forever to thicken the custard. Anyway, they are made and don't look too bad. I'll not be making them again, just buying them to eat.

This evening there was a film, and now himself is home, there is wine The Night Manager.