Making Mash

A mixed day. Shopping in the morning for some essentials and non-essentials and we noticed that our local Iceland store is gone, vamoosed, dropped off the glacier. We’ll have to find another source of cheap frozen berries and basa.
Then I’d another stint up a ladder, lowering more of the neighbour’s chalet into his garden and earning a future, post-Covid beer or two. The frame and roof were up by evening & it really is enormous!
We’d planned an afternoon walk but the heavens opened and the thunder rolled by so that was that. Instead I pootled about in the kitchen; a batch of sweet potato and goats’ cheese mash the end result.
And it was Friday and that means quiz night and yacking for hours over a few beers night. Grand!