Today
has seemed like a lovely, long day. It’s amazing how time seems less racy when
you’re a bit more relaxed and your mind isn’t flying around inside your head
doing thirty-seven things a second. I planned to cook lunch, but in the end we
popped out and ate at a lovely little countryside place we have found nestled
away in a quiet Suffolk corner. It’s a converted barn. The farmer’s wife is an
ex-chef who has decided to get back into her love of cooking, now that all
three of her children have grown up and graduated. So she runs the place, and
shares kitchen duties with a young lad called Simon, who is mildly autistic
(apparently) and struggled to achieve much with his studies, but is an absolute
bloody whiz with an oven. Seriously – his roast potatoes make me want to turn
myself into a gluttonous git and eat until I puke.
There’s
a lovely family feel to the place. I don’t think they’re looking to make shed
loads of money out of it – it’s more of a passion thing – so profit is a
distant second on their list of priorities behind customer satisfaction. It is
a bit pricier than other available eateries but believe me it’s worth the extra
pennies. We’ve been four times now and we’re treated like regulars and friends.
So
after stuffing ourselves there we were ready to head home and crash on the
sofa. You may remember that Philippa is nearly seven months pregnant, so her
energy levels are a bit odd and she appreciates an afternoon collapse every now
and then. I’m just a lazy, middle-aged oaf who uses any excuse not to do
anything so I sat beside her and massaged her feet while she caught up on a few
episodes of some disturbing drama about a serial killer. I did think about
taking my bike for a little jaunt this evening, but that gentle wind had a
wintry bite to it so I cuddled up again, then made sandwiches. Now I am
intending to watch some late-night NFL before succumbing to the warming balm of
sleep.
And
not once today did dreadful thoughts about work stuff invade my enjoyable happenings.
Bloody
marvellous.
RC 30-9-18
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