Flying monkeys?

Genuinely no idea why these cows in a tornado are relevant to tonight’s wine, but there you go.

Early(ish) start to get to the market. Dropped knives off at the sharpener, laundry at the dry cleaner (with the inevitable moaning from Mr B about why they need a whole week - one day he’ll work out that my stuff is cleaned quicker because I ask for it quicker, and maybe he could just try asking…)

The fabric guy wasn’t in the market (probably because it was crazy windy) so off to a chain store for fabric for the upstairs ‘kitchen’. Bread, cheese, being bumped by a bad parker - standard market day.

Windy lunch outside (a tree fell nearly on a neighbour’s house) and an afternoon sewing, tidying, and podcasting. Mr B remembered we have a piano, so that kept me entertained.