I love Sunday because Ma is chilled. She was a tad stressed yesterday as they had another fashion show at the tearoom but this one was at 10:00 am.
Meant we had a microtrot I barely made it to the end of the street but it’s OK you can endure almost anything if your nose knows the next day you’re off.
What I enjoy most about Sunday is guessing what we’re going to eat in the evening. It tends to be a more meaty menu than the middle of the week.
In theory “a roast” should last a little more than a single meal but the Bro has a big appetite and Dad is very generous with the tidbits.
So you can see that I am starting to smile again at the prospect of a lick lipper later.
Hope y’all have a good quiet day.
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