Sunday

Although all the days are the same just now, we still had to have our Sunday roast. In this birthday season we treated ourselves to roast chicken. It is worth the extra fuss, and we are left with cold chicken to use up for the next few days.
Out in the garden the alliums have come into flower. I bought six bulbs three years ago. Since then one has disappeared and four send up small flowers, but this one is just as beautiful as ever.