I didn’t get around to buying actual food, but fortunately I had some asparagus stock in the fridge and a butternut squash and some shallots in the veg rack, so risotto it was – although Al and co called in so I drank more wine than expected. Swings, dear hearts, and roundabouts. I have a weekly quota.
Ro and Dilly are seriously house-hunting. They know the village south of Norwich they like and they know how much they are willing to spend (and it’s a realistic amount). Fingers crossed.