What's for supper?

I was fully dressed and ready for the blacksmith this morning.

Hmmm. That doesn't sound too good... Anyway, the balustrades are in, and we are complete again. They are a perfect shape match, being a mould, but the colour doesn't quite match. Maybe it's just me who'll notice...

I had toyed with the idea of the £2 movies (Argos Argo) this afternoon, it being a wet day, but the blacksmith arriving when he did put paid to that. It was only half hearted anyway. I've seen so many trailers of that movie - I think I get the gist. Another time.

Swimming lesson this evening, so I have been careful not to forget and get too settled. Then the phone call. 'The pool is out of order. The session is cancelled'. I was quite pleased, although I have been going to sleep doing the crawl and breathing properly and wanted to try out my new skills. In fact, the whole class has been cancelled and moved to next session. Mmm. January. Ice. Snow. Hail. Doesn't bode well for perfect attendance...

So it was an indoor day. It's amazing how fast the day goes, just pottering. I watched another episode of The Boss. Very good. I sorted through my 200 photos from yesterday and kept 9. Did some ironing. Drank coffee. Searched through the freezer for something for tea supper.

Supper (in my part of the world) when I was growing up was a cup of Horlicks in my jammies by the radio before bed. But 'supper' is, I think, and English term. My cousins use it. And I like it. It sounds rather nice. We got invited for 'supper' once and were in a bit of a quandary. What was it? Should we eat first in case it was just toast and a cuppa? When to arrive? 9pm? In jammies? lol.

And so I blip this bowl of roses. They are a wee bit past their best. Aren't we all?