An Apple A Day

A quiet day recovering from last night. Ted and I sat at the breakfast bar with our coffee and toast chatting about funny stories from our childhood. We were crying with laughter; he’s one of the few people who can make me laugh til my stomach hurts.
I’ve got hardly any voice. I was a bit croaky yesterday but today there’s hardly a squeak.

Poppy has been at work all day then out for her friend’s 18th birthday tonight.
D , Alf and I had roast chicken tonight cooked in the air fryer. We’re starting to get the hang of it. D helped me get some of the apples out of the tree with the extendable loppers. I made a crumble for pudding.
We’ve got 2 episodes of ‘Dahmer’ left to watch on Netflix. A brilliantly horrific series.