Listening to Andrew Motion on Radio 4. Laurels and Donkeys.
Poems about Remembrance Day.
Stopped me in my tracks.
Seems I still have a heart.



This morning Mum and me went shopping, well I shopped while she sat on a stool by the door. The ladies were very sweet and understanding. None of them mentioning her bruised head. After a rest she sorted through the shelves finding for herself, eight books, all crime.
I found a big carpet style bag, perfect for weekends away. I also bought a book of Pasta Sauce recipes.
Also bagged was one gloriously camp/retro gift for a friend, it's brand new, so I must like my friend very much!

I have to sign off now, because I'm having a cook-in, bit late in the day to bang pots and pans and cut and slice and layer and flavour but if I skip the tea I should be done quite soon.

Being braised tonight is a simple beef casserole with humpy bumpy dumplings and, to lighten the late night supper, a very bright cherry pie. Red before bed, if you like!