Not romantic

A candlelit dinner by necessity, not design. The powers that be decided that dinner time was exactly the right time to turn all the local power off for some planned works. Not that they bothered warning anyone.

Earlier, my brain remembered what work is, I carrot-and-stick’ed CarbBoy into a trip to Spain, and a not-quite-dead mouse put us all off our sausages.

I seem to be behind on blips again again again (have been ill though, in my defence).