Picnic

I leapt out of bed like a farmyard ferret prepared to encase myself in layers of merino and head out on the bike. However, after a risk assessment I decided instead to rub garlic, rosemary and tomatoes into a shoulder of lamb before taking a wander through the snow. The fire is on in The Waterside so there may have to be a quick pre-lunch range finder in there before it gets filled with egg chasers. I will be watching the League Cup Final on the TV later - me and Joe were there last year, baking in sunshine and watching Liverpool scrape to victory - seems like a lifetime ago.