Fish and Chips

Me: "We forgot to have a slice of lemon with it".
TSM: "She [The Girl Racer] had some"
Girl Racer: "No I didn't".
TSM: "Yes you did I saw you squeeze it over your fish"
Girl Racer: "I was squeezing the juice out of my pickled onion".
TSM: "That's gross!"

We all have our little rituals. The plates were cleaned, Brian's fish and chip shop received the usual accolades for lightly battered cod and excellent chips. The Girl Racer's sophisticated take on home made mushy peas was lauded.

Discussion about how we would spend a lottery win proved surprisingly controversial and the ideas on future living diverse, ranging from Top Gun buying a castle and The Dizzle a flat overlooking central park, to the Girl Racer getting the sweetest house in Whistler. We decided to stick with something high on the hill overlooking the river in Bradford on Avon.

There is now a short interlude before the usual protracted discussions about what board game to play.

Not much else to say about today except it rained and I fitted a new cat flap. This has the cats a little traumatised. They are taking a bit of time to get used to it ...