Addictive
I tell you something, this walking lark is addictive. I was up early this morning and just staring outside and staring at the clock, hoping that Mr G would surface early. He did, and we were out of the house before half past 8.
We walked the long route around the town that we took the other day, only back to front, going down past the cemetery. It was really nice, and a lot quieter at that time of morning. We got our minimum of 10,000 steps in again, for the fourth day running.
Mr G bought a new pair of walking boots with his birthday money, and they arrived yesterday, so they had their first use today.
Tea last night was meant to be Chubby Cubs Cheats Lasagne until... Recipe Tin Eats posted something on Facebook. Not too dissimilar to what we were supposed to be having anyway. It was spaghetti and homemade bolognese sauce, layered, covered in cheese and then baked. When it dished up, it dished up like a lasagne. I checked the cupboards; lasagne sheets, orzo, macaroni, fusili, spiralini, tagliatelle, conchiglione. No spaghetti, and I certainly wasn't buying any when I have around 10 kilo of pasta here. So, I made it with spiralini and it was really good. We had the leftovers for lunch today.
Tonight we had Caramelised Vietnamese Pork and Rice tonight for tea, which was very tasty. Only problem is that the house stinks of fish sauce now. And it's not the nicest smell in the world, is it?
The daffodils on the graves in Church Island have started to open. We found crocus, primrose and snowdrops too.
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