Multicoloured pasta hat

This pasta was bought for my son in law for Christmas, but it (along with quite a lot of other stuff) didn't make the cut when they were packing to go home.  W managed to use it this evening - stuffed with a mixture of lentils and some roasted butternut and peppers.  It was very tasty, which was good as we had had a rather tedious day.

During Eunice we had a recurrence of leaking roof that we thought had been cured, so this morning we had to run around and try to decide, and then sort out, what we were going to do - especially as we didn't think our roof problems would have a very high priority compared to those with more major storm damage, but also in view of the impending sale.

Fortunately, our Estate Agent was able to suggest someone, who came and looked, and will return next week to hopefully finally cure the problem - at a price, of course!

Then we had been told that a mortgage surveyor would come on Tuesday, and that they would give us an exact time on Monday.  At 4.30, no information had been forthcoming.  Another call to the Estate Agent produced a text message telling us the surveyor would arrive "between 7.45 and 9".  7.45!!!!  They would find us still in bed.  W had to call them, and say that was not acceptable, and we now await them "between 10 and 12"

Someone came (eventually) to take away the cross stitch magazines.  I'd been "messed about" by someone who previously expressed a desire for them, but eventually couldn't take them.  So I had had to advertise them again.  This lady had said that she would come on Monday afternoon, leaving Lowestoft at 2ish, and that she would message as they set off so I would know when she was likely to get there.  By 4.30 I had heard nothing, so I messaged her to ask if she was coming - no reply.  It then started to rain (having been quite fine all day); I lit the woodburner and resigned myself to another "no show", when she messaged at 5.30ish to say they were in the street, but couldn't find our house.  

Have to say, once they set to, they had the whole lot, and the shelves, loaded into their van in double quick time.  By the time they left, it was gin o'clock, and boy was I ready.