Gloomy

The weather was grey, damp and miserable. Lovely – and that’s not sarcasm.

I started putting up the Christmas tree. Every year, I forget how much I dislike it until I open its box. It is such a bother to put up, and I’m getting too old for it. If it wasn’t for the fact it’s plastic, I’d chuck it. I’ll finish it tomorrow.

I made pumpkin soup, which was disappointing, and bread, which, if you exclude the pumpkin seeds that I’d been led to believe by Nadiya Hussein (she used butternut squash seeds, but who’s counting?) would be delicious after toasting and tossing with spices, was delicious, and is no more.