Every Friday in our local village Walls, about 4 miles away, the Methodist Church plays host to a lunch time café.
It is a great place to see folk, meet up and have a natter accompanied with delicious soup, the best bacon roll I have ever had, along with a selection of excellent homemade cake. Apparently they serve other things, but that’s always my go to, along with a pot of tea. Today I dragged OH with me. I try to go most Fridays just because I always see friends and enjoy myself. It makes a change.
After a very nice lunch, we drove home and I was back in my shed making sheeple. I am going into town tomorrow so want to take in as many as I can.
All day the rain has been on and off – the rule is if I leave the big shed door open, then the rain is torrential and soaks everything, and if I shut it, the sun shines and I then regret my decisions for the whole day.
I can’t win.
I know that.