Coming home these days seems to be all about the food. Something about autumn makes me feel like stockpiling, just in case I need to hibernate, so this morning I bought a few kilos of tomatoes at the market. A cauldron of sauce, destined to be frozen in single serving bags, has been quietly bubbling for the past 3 hours or so.
Just before I went away (not counting my very brief trip home with Laura) I found British apples in Waitrose and I’ve been excitedly looking forward to coming back and finding them at the farmers’ market. I wasn’t dissapointed. And there were still raspberries, so crumble may be in order.
Now I’ve got a book eligible to win an award with ‘children’ in its name.
And my own bed to curl up in. So big!
.... And it's a big one! Usually, the sale runs across a set number of days and things get pretty fast paced around here with shipping and customer service emails. With the need to continue to prioritise staff safety and a smaller team than usual, we decided to make this a whole birthday month.