Turkish

So the plan this morning was S2 and Himself were going to come to my Parkrun (they usually do a different local one that is MUCH harder and hillier), followed by some pancakes from the crepe van. 

It started badly when I realised on the wallk down that my Achilles wasn't up to it and I wouldn't be running. It got worse when we found out the crepe van had stopped coming as it wasn't making enough money. It topped out when Tesco on on the way home had no Pain au Chocolat!

Once we'd all got over that, and S2 found out she was first in her age group, I had a fairly quiet Saturday. Cut the hedge, flea dropped the final cat, picked some rampant courgettes and beans and did a bit of house and garden tidying. 

Himself and I went for a drink later - he hasn't quite matured enough to not want to go out on a Saturday  just because it's Saturday - and ended up in a bar we haven't been to for ages and a different, Turkish, restaurant to usual. The food was lovely although we massively over ordered and I'm very, very full. I'd go back, but definitely no starters next time.