Homeward Bound

Late supper last night; I cooked an Ottolenghi tomato sauce and took it to hers after 9;
On arrival I got a glass of red thrust into my hand, a saucepan into the other and pointed in the direction of rice.

Then added scallops, prawns, mussels, cubes of feta and chopped spring onions to the pre prepared sauce.

A very tasty simple supper with the freedom to chat, no distractions. Suddenly it's 1 and time for me to rush for the faithful N16 home; sometime before 2, I'm walking home, streets deserted, me smiling.

I got into an empty bed unlike the one I had prised myself out of an hour earlier and read Stoner for 20 minutes.

Wednesday promises to be low ambitional with a lunchtime nap.