This morning my son came into the kitchen to tell me about the latest Trump atrocity. He is 23 and even he was shocked…
So, I texted my very good photography friend, Gerry, and asked him if he was interested in a liquid lunch. We met very shortly after 1pm and explored every topic under the sun. Shit, I mentioned the sun!!!! Politics, books, music, parents dying, kids in trouble, actinic keratoses, you name it , we covered it. The waitress even brought us a glass of water with our last order of wine! And we drank it. We were parched.We eventually exited the restaurant at 5.45pm.
I stumbled into Marks and Spencers on the way home to buy potato croquettes and some ready-made vegs. I had texted hubby around 4 and ordered (asked) him to put the turkey in the oven. He had everything under control.
So, I got home. And that was my day.
I don’t do this normally.