Lunch…

….Celeriac and apple soup with a hint of sweet potato. (Who ate it all?).

And don’t talk to me about the loaf. I thought, ‘I know! I’ll knead it by hand’. (Despite having a machine).
I kneaded.
The kneading was hard work. (Probably my fault with the dough).
Ten minutes in, I said to Himself, ‘I feel as though I’m giving myself too good a work out here’..
And then I fainted.

All is well.
I’m probably not as young as I used to be.