In bed with both the dogs curled up at my feet, and the sounds of chef downstairs in the kitchen preparing Sunday lunch (I usually get up and start this at half seven on a Sunday morning, in case I sound too lazy, but have been in bed writing new January menus). Joan Bakewell is giving her thought for the day on Radio 4, on the subject of keeping a diary. I am annoyed with myself for not resolving to keep a daily diary from yesterday. Instead I resolve to ignore my OCD tendencies and begin from the second, i.e. today.
On the subject of Joan Bakewell, we made some wonderful Bakewell tarts last night, for the pudding menu.
As opening entries go this is modest, but my laptop battery is about to fail, so this will have to stand.
