A piece and jam

It’s a cold and wet day. Again.

#2 daughter and family finally got to their Bavarian holiday place last night, a drive of over 500 miles of busy motorways and lots of roadworks but they shared the driving and the boys were good. She’s had a discussion about stuff not as it should be in their cabin so they’ve put it right and given her €100. She so jammy.

Talking about jammy - here’s my piece and jam. I’ve not eaten anything like that since I lived with my parents 60 years ago. It’s the strawberry James and I made. I made gooseberry today as Mr C picked a load yesterday. We don’t eat jam, (despite evidence above!) only marmalade occasionally, so I’ll give it to friends, especially Katy who gave us the gooseberry plants.

We are trying to clear the house of all the cobwebs the boys pointed out - I asked them to dust them off but they couldn’t face it. Other cleaning will be done for Chloe and Graham arriving on Monday.