Swirl

Dog woke me up at stupido’clock. Great start. A had to bail out of football without making it onto the pitch - thigh muscle injury sustained in the previous match. Sigh. Then spent the afternoon sifting soil with a riddle. Yes, I am the proud owner of a riddle. Shoot me now.

We made bramble jam. This is it just coming to the boil. Whenever we make jam I find myself wondering how on Earth it’s possible to make a jar of commercial jam for the prices they do. It’s a lot of work.