I had some tea after dinner.
It was good tea. It was a good dinner.
I make my own mint tea from the mint growing in the garden. Minimal food miles. Less than 5 metres, I reckon.
The rest of the day? Meh....
The usual Saturday routine, with gardening mostly impossible as a result of so much rain in 24 hours.
Perhaps the highlight was bumping into 2 classmates from my Gaelic class at the farm shop, and all of us automatically launching into the "good morning, how are you" stuff in Gaelic.
They were with a friend who does not speak it, so (rather reluctantly) we switched to Beurla right away.