Peonies in flower

I walked Elvis, with Mr F, and Carmen who we bumped into along the way, and then set out to track my son who was running in the Belfast Marathon, and he finished, as well as his wife, sister in law, and brother-in-law law-to be, with decent times.
Then I cooked roast chicken for lunch which would have been more enjoyable if I hadn’t managed to pour boiling water over my hand as I was straining the potatoes.