Darth Maul

A few domestic tasks, then back home I popped into the garden to split some logs.
It might have looked marginally manly & attractive, if it wasn’t for the overwhelming smell of anchovies coming from my shirt due to the punchy Puttanesca sauce I had made beforehand.
Anyway, after a shower & change of shirt, pasta was made, the puttanesca reheated & the lot was eaten.
Rather nice it was too.