Lovely weekend.
Cooked. The seemingly never ending fight against the over active apple tree. Pies and crumbles. Stocking the freezer for the winter months ahead. The last of the beans picked over for stringiness, carrots plucked from the ravages of slugs.
Ate. Big Sunday lunch. Bunny devoid of oven for a week or so following a kitchen wrecking explosion, Sarah, Jenny, and Ryan, made a table of seven for roast potatoes and veggie shepherds pie.
Played. Suffolk Folk Night, baudy tales, songs and stories, real ale and ploughman's err.. tea. Serviced the ol' Sedan after her hard charge to southern places. And played again for a wedding barn full of revellers. Bonfire and fireworks.
Helped. Moving things around, clearing up. Fighting the acres of vicious brambles in my sister's yard. Lost. Cut to ribbons. Bleeding thorn filled hands.
Loved. Days spent with friends, warm evenings cuddled up close. Felt alive. And relaxed.
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