It would be rude not too . . .

When your neighbour pops around with a bag of home grown runner beans it would be rude not to eat them straight away, wouldn’t it?  Stage one to prepare them ready for tonight’s meal. 
 
They filled the bowl waiting for them, I reckon half with the lamb tonight, and half for tomorrow.   Now if that had been mid week with no meat prepared they could well have wound up as Mrs W’s comfort food from days gone by.  A large plate of runner beans with a poached egg or two on top.  I’m a convert.
 
 
I seem to have dragged myself through today.  It should have been a good day with Biskit walks and the like, but I’ve just been sluggish. Hopefully dinner will pick me up in an hour or two.