Who stole my teeth?

Son and grand-daughter around today for Sunday lunch. Afterwards she wanted a go on Susan's guitar. Here they are having a go. Great fun.

We set out for the park later but the heavens opened and after 30 seconds on a swinger had to beat a hasty retreat back to the car.

After a wait, during which it rained even harder we decided to cut our losses and head to the local garden centre and look at the fish and animals in the pet shop, in the dry. The Christmas decorations were attractive too.

By the time we'd finished the clouds had passed and the sun was shining brightly. A very active cold front had passed over and the temperature fallen rapidly. Meteorologically fascinating.


The pork was the best ever - slow roast shoulder - with the best crackling I've ever made. Followed by Tarte Tatin.