The day of rest; not just for the week but for the year. But not before some prep. She was coming over; we were going to have a day of doing nothing. (as much as you can do nothing with between us 4 kids, some parents who are trying to sell a house, shopping to do, dishes to wash etc etc)

But by 11 we'd strolled around the 'hood; bought some stuff to snack on and started into Clique (her lass will feature at some point in flash back scenes; possibly episode 3)

Then a toast / egg / salmon combo and The Philadelphia Story. A proper film; sparking dialogue; lovingly shot. 

But eventually she had to return to the fold; I chummed her home and set about wandering about, in a happy haze (in part helped by alcohol, but mostly a fuzzy glow of a good day) and eventually I wound my way home (I cheated and got a bus the last little bit; it was getting dark and cooler)

And so to an evening of cooking; mostly trying to get stuff done for the week ahead.