Rolls

No day of rest here...  While Mr B continued to defeat the forces of Group Accounts, I battled the garden.  More wheelbarrows of soil to dress the grassy knoll, more clearing around trees, weeding, seed planting, and then a big roast pork dinner with all the trimmings (though the Yorkshires were a bit last minute).  Then the brioche flower-pots and rolls went in while we set the world to rights (teenagers are totalitarians, it seems) then watched the last Hunger Games movie.

We did, by the way, survive dinner made by the kids last night; chicken, mash and broccoli and it was all excellent, though there needed to be substantially more of it!  Happily TallGirl had also had time to make a chocolate cake, so that took the edge off.  And they even did the washing up...  They can cook again, I think!