Mum has been going for muddy walks in lieu of running (knee issues), and when I say muddy I mean MUDDY!
On Saturday, we enjoyed cooking for the Golledges. We found some radical new fruit called Tamarillas for the fruit salad:
They looked pretty, but turned out to be rather sour - more like a lemon! But the SMOKED mackerel and the BRISKET were delicious - and, of course, the cheese that John brought along. Here we are after the meal, all too full to move!
Yesterday (Sunday) we popped over to Conifers to visit Grandad, who had finally come home from Harefield hospital on Saturday night. He's fine, looked really well actually and is just taking it easy. He may have a form of epilepsy (going to see a specialist in London in a few weeks) but if so it can be controlled with tablets and he'll be able to drive again.
We watched Songs of Praise from the island of Lindisfarne and sang along to the hymns (except for Dad, who snored along!) Then Uncle Peter's Christmas cake came out...