Chilli night

In all senses of the word.

An early start in case the builders showed up (they didn't) and a lie-in for Mr B (who didn't get back until late - after I'd gone to sleep) meant a slightly zombified morning mainlining tea and Maltesers until I felt strong enough to face the world.

Mr B dealt with the market (in the rain) as I think he could see that was the only way he was likely to get any food. An afternoon cheering CarbBoy on in the basketball (lost one, won one - but he played really well in both despite the hole in his leg) gee'd me up enough to cook the planned Mexican-ish feast: chilli con pollo in boat shaped soft tortillas, with all the trimmings.

Now the three reluctant musketeers are washing up, and soon we will be frying the kids brains with The Matrix - can't believe they haven't already watched it.

And earlier the vulnerable plants in the garden were snuggled under poly tunnels or layers of bubble wrap. Winter is coming - and still no sign of our stoves.