Ignoring GMT

Another Sunday, another gruesome injury broadcast live on British TV during coverage of the NFL... I'm looking forward to the day that Mathew develops an interest in American Football and we can sit and watch games together, but I'm not sure I want my six-year-old son to see a shot of someone's foot pointing in the wrong direction after an ankle break, so I'm glad he's happy with his Lego for now.
Today has been a good one, but I hate the fact that it feels like it's almost over, when it's only 7pm. It's already been dark for nearly two hours, and we've got another 4 or 5 months of this to deal with. But I promised myself I wouldn't let it get me down, and it hasn't; not really. It was warm and sunny earlier today (when we were able to get out of the wind) and we had a lovely sunny family walk and a lovely lunch at a carvery. I went for the gammon, and pork, which turned out to be pork belly, which I would not have gone for had I realised, as it tends to be very fatty, and so it turned out to be. But - again - I refuse to let it depress me. Everything else was splendiferous, especially the cauliflower cheese. It was nice to eat out, but it reminds me how excited I am to get back into more cooking, once I switch to my Winter hours at work. Once next weekend is out of the way, I start getting two days off in a row again, and I will be throwing myself back into my resplendent Rory roasts...

RC 26-10-25