Chutney

Not mine, obviously, but a Mr A production. He's been in the kitchen most of the day, making chutney, making bread, and latterly roasting some mutton for a roast dinner on a Monday. Well, why not? As I left it too late to get a blip in daylight, and as I haven't been further than the recycling bins (except to a sunny South Tyrol on the spinning bike), photographing this before it was locked away saved my bacon, as it were.

I've been busy at the desk all day, and now I'm off to log on to zoom for book group. Mr A declared with confidence that we'd had a book group only a couple of weeks ago. In fact, it five weeks ago. The passage of time is very confusing at present. And five weeks ago, we could do so, so much more than now.