The weather forecast wasn’t good for the whole weekend. Sure enough it looked damp and grim outside, but once I had got BB out the door, I set off on a run. It was mild and there was no wind, so even though there was a bit of rain, it was ok. Avoiding the big puddles was tricky in place. As I neared home a dog leaped up at me. I’m starting to think I attract jumping dogs.
After a very quick turnaround, I headed into town to meet a friend for a catch up over a cuppa. We had arranged to meet in a café which I had never been to. I couldn’t find the door. There were three possibilities, but I walked past them all! Turns out the middle door was the entrance. We had a good blether and I had a good cheese scone. We then went our separate ways. I headed to the supermarket for lunch provisions, When I came out it was pouring, so I was well and truly drookit by the time I got home. BB was also drookit when he got home from school.
Given the weather is set to be grim all weekend, it seemed a good time to make a pot of soup – my take on Moroccan harira. Later I went out for a wee walk – not far as I remembered the clocks had changed and it would soon be dark. It was then home to get BB fed and out to Scouts and then more cooking. I roasted some of our tomato glut, made a tomato sauce and used it in a tomato and prawn risotto – which was delicious.
I spent the rest of the evening on the sofa in front of the TV.