Tea for Two?

It was colder this morning than in the midst of winter. With the wind chill from the north taken in to consideration, it felt like Siberia and my phone told me that -6° was the ‘feels like’ temperature first thing.

It was so cold coming back from my first foray to shop for vegetables that the tears were steaming down my face and my gloved fingers were frozen rigid on the handles of my shopping bag.
It was time for a bread making session and a pot of soup before a lingering coffee, looking out on a Meadows bathed in sunshine, which didn’t fool me as to the concealed chill.

I felt rather like the middle aged version of this young woman bearing her tea pot aloft when Eco Dad called round this afternoon with a jar of his marmalade and one of his pots of plum jam. Social distancing was observed while we exchanged news. It’s been about 5 months since I saw him and he’s transmogrified into a man with a man bun, looking very distinguished if I may say so.

Thus another lockdown day has slipped seamlessly by. I have an appointment for my 2nd covid jag on Saturday and a hair cut appointment on Friday. The excitement is palpable in the Dower House.