Sunday

We woke up, at Hill House, yesterday to fog, drizzle, wind and chilliness. The sort of weather you expect in April or May. Less so in February!

Rupert and Hugo were unimpressed with our summer weather!

It didn't really lift all day, although the evening cleared up a bit.

Freyja and Simon came to lunch. We had chicken schnitzels, not chicken schnitzels, potato gems and green things with gravy.

Then they went back to Brunswick, Jim and I went back to our place and Lindsey and Ian came back from Melbourne.

All the excitement of the weekend clearly exhausted Jim. He sat in his chair, turned the telly on - and promptly went to sleep. He slept through dinner and woke up just as I was heading to bed. He can have his Sunday roast tonight instead.

And here we are, back at Monday. It's still not exactly hot but at least it's not particularly foggy- at least not down on the plain where we are.  Lindsey and Ian's hill, however, seems still to be enveloped in cloud. We'll see how things are up there later today when we head up for our usual Monday night with Rupert and Hugo.

It's Hugo's birthday tomorrow.  He will be three.  I am going to make a chicken, veg and pasta stew for them for this week to celebrate. Usually their stew is made with pet mince. They do like their stew but they LERV chicken.