Today The Genealogist worked from home – erm – cottage, so the boys and I took off for the day to give him some peace and quiet. Upon our return, grey skies had cleared up, we ate dinner outside. It may or may not have included goat.
Actually it didn’t, except in wine form.
Tonight we had two salads from the brain of our second born son, The Artist, who is a budding chef. He is really good at combining flavours and coming up with awesomeness. Tonight was bacon & egg salad and a kickass tuna salad. That boy is a keeper.