Wet mono Sunday

This creature did not set a foot outside of the house today. Neither did her siblings. 
For my part my only outing was to do a big shop in Lidl. 
The day was wet and miserable. 
But then the Birthday boy turned up at 4.00pm and we had his birthday special menu (turkey and roast potatoes), and Esmeralda wine was drunk (him), and Prosecco (him and Mrs Raheny) and silly songs were sung (him and the kids). 
And then I had a Zoom call with a bunch of rough characters from overseas (well, one sea, and a smallish one at that). Because it's the New -Abnormal-That-We-Have-Come-To-Acknowledge-As-Reality. It seems like a life time away when we were able to sit in a pub and talk shite.