No pie for tea

"I should warn you that the car is full of wheelchairs but it's only until Saturday."

It's a mark of Husband's tolerance that he simply raises his eyebrows and shrugs when I announce this on my return from Rough Edges yesterday.

Another good clear-out day although Sean turned up with the van to take metal for recycling and he is another with the tendency to say, "Oh this must be useful/could be upcycled/will sell."

I wasn't in Zac's breakfast this time as I've come off the rota, staying on only as emergency back-up for any shift. I am sad to do it because I enjoyed the interaction with the guys who come in but it was necessary for a number of reasons mainly prioritising my time and energy. 

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I would love to have been one of those academic type people who spend their lives researching the history of forks - or something equally esoteric. There was a programme on the radio as I drove home from RE yesterday afternoon. Forks came very late into the cutlery department, introduced into Europe by a Byzantine princess who was married to some king, and then they were regarded as slightly infra dig.

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No roofers this week having chosen the worst week in January to begin. We do, however, have not one but two skips!

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Husband returned form the dentist this morning, tapped me across the shoulder, and said, "I nearly ruptured myself getting into that car!"

Ah, yes, the walker squeezed in behind the driving seat, which is fine for me as I have the seat as far forward as it will go but less fine for Husband.

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I thought today was going to be a quiet day for me but I've spent all day catching up on doing stuff. Ooh, distracted by picture of a little pie in the search  box below. Seems today is National Pie Day. Wish I'd known; I'd have baked a pie.

Here is one I baked previously!