After lunch

After lunch I went in search of a blip. Eggy was having a big wash, and I fiddled about getting a picture while listening to Brahms' Requiem (Proms repeat) on the radio. Meantime, the plums which I had put to cook were burning caramelising on the stove. When I came upstairs OB said there were nice smells. Only just, only just!

I know, I could have moved the ladder. The most interesting part of the picture is this year's crop of garlic (half of it - the other half goes to my friends who own the garden when I grew it).

Actually the mugs are interesting too - part of a leaving present to OB from a choir he used to conduct when we lived in Bristol.