To be done/read

On the spur of the moment on Saturday I invited the family to dinner on Sunday which meant I had to think what to give them.

I had planned to cook a small ham for Husband and me and I know several of the grandchildren like ham but Daughter is vegetarian. I ummed and aahed and decided on a larger ham plus a nut roast.

Now a sensible person would have ordered a nut roast with the last-minute high speed online Sainsburys order I did; I decided I'd make my own.

And while I was at it I'd cook braised red cabbage, macaroni cheese and a sort of mildly spicy cauliflower dish I'd just come across a recipe for. And I'd have to do it in the morning because I wanted to go for a walk in the afternoon.

So that was how I spent Sunday morning - after I'd cleaned the bathroom.

The remains of the nut/lentil/vegetable roast

Macaroni cheese plus raw pasta for those who want it

Now today, Monday, I decided I wouldn't go with Husband to walk Toby. I'd stay home and do some of the many things that need doing housework-wise.

But the sun is shining and what does that poem say? Something about dusting can wait till another day.

I also want to write again. I have an idea for a new novel but before I start that I should probably finish the one I'm halfway through, not to mention publishing the other two I've already finished, plus the ghost-written autobiography.

I saw a post on Twitter last week announcing the opening of a new online publisher, and asking for submissions. Again I ummed and aahed and decided I wasn't quite ready yet for more rejection. But I must pull myself together and do some promotion of my already self-published novels again, ready for the Christmas rush. (If only.)

And I haven't even mentioned the new books I got from the library today or my TBR pile.

Or my jigsaws. Or Christmas shopping.