It's cold here today and we are both wrapped up in thick trousers, jumpers and thermal socks. WH has fallen asleep over the Sunday Times and I am desperately trying to keep myself awake. Given that I have spent 30 out of the last 36 hours in bed this is no mean feat. The sulphasalazine has got to me big time.
I'm cooking pot roast tonight because it seems like a very autumnal warming dish. It seems our summer is over already.
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