Wet Sunday

Rick waiting for his walk

We had thunder and lightning overnight and today it is raining. Paul and Rick got very wet on their morning walk, Rick looked like a wet seal by the time he got home.  He curled up in his bed and steamed gently in front of the log fire.  Reluctant to be outside in this wet weather I decided to be self-indulgent and relax in a bubbly, hot bath.  The tub here is very old fashioned and deep; this is wonderful but does make it quite difficult to climb out as I get older.  I’m sure I will get stranded one day.

my chef

It’s Sunday so Paul is chef today, he is cooking magret (duck breast) tonight.  Good food, wine, log fire – what more do I need?  I prepared lunch – grilled Cabécou (goat’s cheese) with French bread on a bed of lettuce dressed with olive oil and Balsamic vinegar.  Or cheese on toast as Rachel would say.

walkies in the rain

Time now to don my wet weather gear and take Rick for a soggy walk through the chestnut woods.  I’ve drunk so much cheap red wine with lunch I shall probably roll down the hill. 

especially for Mr Pudding