lazy ducks

Today we have mostly lounged about, which ha been delightful. We had very good intentions of leaving the house and actually walking through picturesque ironbridge, but at the sight of a single drop of rain, we opted to stay in our pjs and watch a film about a french horse with a shouty next door neighbour and their misadventures.

We did brave the brutal outdoors to head to a pub where we ate and drank ourselves very nearly into comatose states.

I'm reading 'Noodling for Flatheads' at the moment which is a fascinating insight into some of the stranger traditions of the Deep South. It makes me want to go and travel around those states so badly. Not sure I'd want to stick my hand into the mouth of a catfish though, or eat a squirrel brain for that matter.