Don't let the b*****s get you down

I spent a large part of my walk this morning trying to make grass whistle without success. I blame my squidgy thumb bases.

George and I set off early (for us) to the woods as it looks as if it's going to be a hot hot day. 

It was idyllic. And empty. 

Then I came back and foolishly entered into conversation with Husband about the recent political scandals involving the Prime Minister's aide, Dominic Cummings. I got so worked up - largely about the fact that people can lie (allegedly or obviously) so blatantly - that it almost ruined my calm mood. But I'm back there now.

So here's a jolly little footballing panda.

I had feared that I had lost the ability to cook but I've had a few recent successes so I'm less worried now. As Monday was a Bank Holiday (not that it made anything difference to life) and it was hot and sunny I decided we'd have a barbecue. I took some sausages out of the freezer and it wasn't until later that I realised we had nothing to go with them. I'd forgotten to put salad on my delivery order and I didn't have the ingredients for ratatouille, another barbecue favourite. So ...

I made some bread rolls

and we had them with baked beans, the cowboy favourite. For our vegetable input we had some spicy bean/nut burgers. 

And last night I made a yummy fish pie.

So definitely back on course.

Incidentally Dominic Cummings is 'affectionately' known as Dom. You may be interested to know that dom in Welsh means pile of poo.