Sunday

We went for a walk, the first three photos of roses and poppies were taken, and we were stopped by a neighbour in her car who seemed to know everything about all the neighbours around, and wanted to chat.
Thunderstorms were forecast this afternoon, but so far we’ve seen strong winds and nothing else, so Mr F started the Sunday roast as he wanted to try a leg of lamb on his new rotisserie. I picked some rhubarb and made a crumble, and now we’ve eaten he’s waiting to watch West Ham play a bit later on.