One shot day

Not a bad day. Early start for Mr B. Normal start for me, and time in the school office with CheeseLady and our two shiny new replacements. (Who all, incidentally, confirmed that l'apero lasts a couple of hours and definitely not until midnight - which would be apero dinatoire.)

Chat with the GardenPhilosopher, who gave us some venison he has through a web of local favour-doing. Later a very cold TallGirl to collect from school. It was their journée d'elegance so she had on a dress and tights. She did look very elegant, but also a bit cold and shivery!

Later still, clearing out the damaged stove. I will wait until a day when I don't have to leave the house to try it out. Just in case.

Brooklyn nine nine made a welcome return to our screens, and a call with my Mam brought some disappointing comments about her likely reaction to Uxbridge Road when she visits us in London in a few weeks.

And I can no longer bear to read the news about Trump, yet am somehow drawn in - like folk who slow down to stare at a car crash.