Well ding dong

I pulled into the gate at Cwtch Mawr ready to give "Zac's Place" as the order I'd come to collect, so when the man bounced up and said, "Well, ding dong," in best Leslie Phillips voice, my mouth was already forming the words. Which he then heard as Sex Place.

It took quite a long time and some hilarity to clear up the misunderstanding. Then, after he'd brought out the order he said, "Would like a bag of mixed clothes?"
"Um."
"They're very popular."
"Um."
"We don't get any complaints."
"Oh, okay then, I'll give them a go."

The 'bag' of clothes turned out to be a box, the contents of which filled five bags, most of which probably aren't going to be suitable for Zac's. I'm just a girl who can't say no.

Then while cooking I dropped a small handful of lentils on the hob. When I came to clear them up there were millions! And they stuck to the thermos, to the side of the cooker, and to my hand, but not to the damp paper I was using to gather them up.

* * * * *

Last night I made a rather delicious root veg gratin to accompany the Boeuf Bourgignon. One of my better cookery efforts.

As Husband said, if you cover something in cream it can't really fail. Elder Son ate with us as Daughter-in-law had taken the grandsons to Twickenham to visit her parents while ES stayed home and worked. Originally when the idea had been mooted we thought Husband might be shielding by now so we wouldn't be able to look after Toby Dog and Stella Cat if they all went.