Boxed

Funny how any wine tastes better if it arrives in a wooden box. And the lids are still as hard to get off as I remember from last time.

Bad sleep, late start, too tiny breakfast, all led to a migraine developing as I arrived at the market. I struggled through egg, bread and veg shopping and, after a long drink of water and a little sit down, was able to see by the time I got back to the car.

Later, off to Verfeil to see CarbBoy’s team narrowly lose to a grumpy fouling team from Toulouse.

Interesting new lamb curry for dinner, and then Mr B set us off on our History Holiday with Saving Private Ryan. I’m not convinced the kids saw that as decent Saturday night entertainment.