Sunday

Came home from feeding the poines and walking the dog to be met by the smell of coffee and croisants, naughty, but nice.
Very untraditional Sunday lunch of toasted cheese with red onions and worcester sauce.
Dinner was also not the usual roast. Instead I cooked shepherds pie with broccoli, cabbage, cauliflower, swede and roasted sweet potato, carrots, parsnips and celery.
Washed down with a bottle of wine that son and heir bought with him.