Amber

Stopped at the lights beside Stramash. Happily there was no stramash, maybe too early.
Nipped up to the allotment this morning to dump the kitchen compost and cut a couple of trusses of tomatoes from the two wild bushes, seeing as there’s a chance of frost this week. Hopefully we’re still getting enough sun for them to ripen at home, otherwise it’ll be fried green tomatoes.
Then a fruitless trip to the golf course where the pro now has the shaft for my new driver but no head. Ho hum. Still, swung past big sis on the way home and shot the breeze for a while over a coffee. Declined the offer of shortbread, non permesso at the moment.
Still cooking up a storm; marrow soup for lunch, a green bean and mince bake for tea. Both pretty darned good.