A dreary Sunday

It has rained today, non-stop and has been very dull and dreary. The very worst kind of Sunday weather.

We had a slow start to the day and I couldn't help looking back at past December 13ths when we always used to visit my Nan in Dartford as it was her birthday. If my grandmothers were still alive today (both would be over 100 years of age) we wouldn't even be able to go and see them, let alone take them out for lunch as Kent is in Tier 3.

Keith went off to Tesco this morning to get the Sunday papers and some essential bits and bobs, and I just pootled about the house with Sophie. We marinated a chicken for tonight's dinner, and then donned a facemask, and watched a Place in the Sun (it always seems to be on, whatever time fo the day!). 

In the early afternoon, we splashed our way over to Smith's Farm Shop as Sophie was still hunting for more foodie gifts for her boyfriend and her manager at work. I bought a bottle of Prosecco for this evening and some treats, and then we splashed our way home again. The roads were starting to flood as the rain did not let up at all during the day.

Back home we enjoyed a hot chocolate - definitely the kind of day for it - and relaxed. Dinner this evening was a Hairy Biker's recipe, Moroccan chicken, and we popped the lemon marinated chicken into a casserole dish, and let it simmer for an hour on the hob. We'd added two onions, ginger, turmeric, saffron and stock, and it smelt lovely.

Dinner was served with couscous, roasted vegetables, Indian flatbreads (all we could find!) and a thick spicy sauce. It was definitely a different kind of dish to ones we usually have and it went down very well!