Cupboard love

It is good to know that we could probably survive an apocalyptic no deal Brexit for at least a month based on the contents of our larder cupboard. Tea of course is stockpiled although as this is 2019 not 1939 we have Earl Grey rather than builders. For some reason we have unintentionally amassed 21 large tins of baked beans. And to my shame I have forgotten to label the Matzoh section, something I will remedy later.

As the only truly organised member of the household I fight a running battle with the bad habits of those around me. I am essentially the quartermaster of this small domestic unit. They will thank me for it one day when we achieve logistic perfection.

I did lots of other stuff today, including taking Dylan to the local park in a special cat rucksack. A day of achievement. In a very small way ...