Hurricane

Early start. Mr B is currently unable to sleep due to an excess of things to think about, so he was allowed a lie-in. Meanwhile, I headed for the market to buy excessive amounts of cheese, and even some very early parsnips for tomorrow's roast lamb.

Later, the fiasco of a basketball match without a team secretary (TallGirl keeps reminding me not to point out that we need a secretary, or I might end up being it). Eventually, an hour late, lifts were organised.

I returned home for lunch, then prepared dinner and headed off with Mr B to watch CarbBoy's matches. A 'you win some, you lose some' kind of a day, and CarbBoy's lack of fitness (after a PS4 summer) was very evident.

Home then for a cowboy cookout : baked potatoes, coleslaw, cowboy beans, normal sausages and lamb merguez (or sausages of joy as they have now been christened chez nous).

Much chat about a snake who (in the dark) attracted our attention by hissing loudly at us. I can only guess something had annoyed him earlier. Also much discussion of hurricane names (prompted by my fab new lamp, pictured here with the fire pit - lit by TallGirl - in the background. Marshmallow for scale.)