Any Given Sunday

Oh, the Lord's Day - well, not quite.  Father and me went to our local church this morning and sat through the interminably boring service.  The Vicar, Reverend Samuels is a very waffly man and his sermon concerning the recent events relating to the Houses of Multiple Occupation (HMOs) was all very well, but as Father whispered, if he was so concerned with the welfare of the needy then he should open up his spare room for free instead of charging £45 per night for a single bed and continental breakfast.

After the lukewarm coffee and soggy biscuits had been served we slipped away as discretely as we possibly could and I placed the Goblin Meat pudding I'd purchased in Poundland yesterday into the oven.  Yes, I am more than aware that it's one of the hottest days of the year so far, but Father likes something warm inside him at lunchtime(!)  I have cut and pasted a picture of one below just in case you're not aware of this particular culinary delight.



For dessert we had a Butterscotch Angel Delight, yum yum.  Isn't my life exciting?