I am having the family to dinner. I hardly ever have people in the house and getting ready has taken me all day. I managed to fit in a quick ride and my HorseBack work and then that was it. The rest of the day was spent in cooking, polishing, plumping, decanting, primping, and the arranging of flowers. Because I’m self-employed, I can work on Sunday to make up for it, but really. How do those of you who do it, do it? I am in awe and wonder. And it’s only Irish stew and chocolate pots. It’s not as if I’m making Coquilles St Jacques and Boeuf en Croute. Absurd.
That face is after the ride, watching me make breakfast in the shed. Slightly beady look is saying: now, make sure you mix it up right and don’t forget the Seabuckthorn and the rosehips. As if I would.