Taking Stock

The ultimate in quiet Sundays...

I did not walk anywhere. I did not run one single step. It was too wet for gardening. 

Ideal. 

Even better, Junior came to visit in the afternoon. He brought me some goodies. Lovely lad... well brought up. 

The wee bag contains a jar of boar pâté and a jar of venison pâté. I had an Obelix moment. It has been ages (years) since I ate boar. 

"Les petits sont souvent les meilleurs..." He was talking about boar, but this wisdom has wider applications.