Lunchless

My presumption that there would easily be enough of tonight's dinner salad left for tomorrow's lunch was ill-founded. Happily there is enough of the tamarind potato thingy left that we'll not starve.

Earlier, last night's lateness was much regretted by me, especially since I spent too much of the night listening to podcasts, before giving up and swapping snoring for an icy-cold spare bed.

CarbBoy's match today was so far away that we decided not to go. And they won! By two points! So, probably just as well I didn't go as my nerves can't stand close matches. Meanwhile, I tried to figure out some regulations, Mr B watched a mutant huge chaffinch, and TallGirl hung out in her room.

Later, too much dinner and snoozing in front of some endless Battlestar Galactica.