Dynamite!

It wasn't that hard. 

On the menu we had three cheese and tarragon mushrooms,

followed by bouillabaisse,

and finished off, a bit later, with cream sponge.

It was the fish soup that was marked as a challenge, and it wasn't. Unfortunately the fishmonger doesn't get fresh mussels on Mondays so I had to omit those, which was a shame as they're Husband's favourite, but I didn't think of it being a Monday when I planned the menu.

I hadn't thought about a cake either but at the last minute decided I'd make a quick sponge.

The day itself was damp and grey and the shower too heavy to get out for a walk. Or rather we mistimed it. So it was a quiet day. In the evening we watched Netflix's House of Dynamite. Well, that was terrifying. An unidentified nuclear missile is heading for Chicago, and the film's about the protocols that swing into action. And it's down to the President, in the last few minutes to decide whether to retaliate before the missile strikes or wait and see. The fact that they're not sure who has launched it, or if it were deliberate, or anything really is rather worrying. The thought that it could be Trump rather than Idris Elba making that decision - and I think we all know what he'd do - now that's terrifying.

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Only seven of us in exercise this morning. It seems there is a virus rampant among the community. It's held in a church that runs a foodbank, and Monday evenings they get surplus from M&S. Any goods which can't be used in foodbank get left out for anyone to take. This morning there were literally buckets of bunches of flowers. I took two for me and four more bunches for my Zac's ladies.

A touch of Spring on another gloomy day.