Underneath the arches

Another obscenely long sleep and lie in, when I finally heaved to Mrs S was just unloading the shopping from the supermarket sweep. Fortified with coffee we then wandered along the riverbank and underneath the arches with Fatboy and Slim. Home in time for Mrs S to start making chicken casserole and dumplings and me to read Ruby's essay before heading round to pick up Mrs S's mum who came round for aforementioned casserole. After I dropped her back home we squeezed in another walk, I checked in with Smithski, J9 and Dad and then opened something chilled and hoppy and slumped in front of some FA Cup footie.