Very Slow

At some point since I stopped wearing it, my Slow watch has become even slower. Stationary even.

Fast fast slow kind of a day. Some flurries of activity (tidying, flapjack and slow whisky making, setting up a new VOIP system) interspersed with long spells torturing myself with Brexit news and some idle internet wandering.

This evening the kids learned how to spatchcock a chicken. TallGirl couldn’t watch. So I guess I’ll teach her the regular way of roasting chicken.

Then the IT Crowd before the kids had an earlyish night (the endless half term holidays are over) while I battled to the top of my knitting chart and watched The Americans, new one on me and I’m not convinced it’s a keeper.