Junk

After getting up a little later than usual and having a coffee or two and doing Wordle/Heardle/Worldle/Globle/Framed (the daily quintet!) and listening to the latest very good episode of my podcast it was too late to go out on the bike really so it was all I could do to drag mesen round to that there jaybroek's garden and sit in the sun with coffee and have a natter and wish him well for his holidays before picking up new books from the library and coming home for a spot of afternoon printing - summat I'm working on from my recent French jaunt.

There's some pasta dough under a damp teatowel that I can see out the corner of my eye as I type, I should crack on with getting it sorted, them tortellini aren't gonna stuff themselves. It might taste great, it could be a disaster, we'll see.

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