Yoga for me this evening (yes, two days running, as I missed last week's session), and MrM went to a meeting about red squirrels with J.
He'd invited J for a meal, and decided to make a pie for the occasion - he's very fond of pies - from some left-over mutton. Not quite a meat and potato pie, more a Cornish pasty-type pie. Delicious and, no doubt about it, a very fine pie.
But also an enormous pie - enough to feed 12, with generous portions, so there's lots left over. And made with "traditional" pastry made with butter and lard. Aaaargh! In view of yesterday's conversation with the practice nurse, I'm wondering about MrM's motives - is he trying to kill me off!? ;-)