Mondays afternoons fall into one of two categories. There are the Monday’s like last Monday when I’m in a rampage and everything must be cleaned. Or there’s the Monday’s like today when I come home, read the junk mail standing up in the kitchen, tell J not to talk to me for 5 minutes (I’m not used to him beating me home – I need my me-time) and leftovers.
Tonight was the mince sauce from Thursday (the one J said had too many beans) with toast.
With a magnum gold for desert.
Whilst watching Nigella and Rick Stein.