Super Sunday

Our house was a whirlwind of activity this morning as we ticked off the chores that needed to be done. Keith prepared an onion, celery, a pepper and carrots for the Bolognese sauce, Sophie cut my hair for me, and then I dusted and hoovered the living room, displacing several cobwebs that were hanging from the ceiling. I do sometimes wonder how long it would be before the house resembled Miss Haversham's mansion in Great Expectations! Not long, probably! 

We had a very early lunch of smoked cheese and meat that we'd bought in Waitrose yesterday, and served the platter with salad and wholemeal bread. Sophie and I sneaked a glass of wine in as well! Outside, the weather was gorgeous, and it's set to be hot tomorrow with temperatures in the high 20s. One last burst of heat and sun before Autumn starts next Sunday?

After lunch, I cooked the Bolognese sauce and let it simmer all afternoon, filling the kitchen with lovely aromas. Sophie and I disappeared upstairs and both of us applied a colour to our hair. The en-suite bathroom was awash with brown hair dye... thank goodness we don't become redheads, otherwise it would look like a murder scene! My lovely daughter then painted my toenails for me, so I felt suitably pampered! It was great to lie on the bed and watch A Place in the Sun, something we haven't done for ages!

Back downstairs, we relaxed at the kitchen island and Sophie made us a cocktail to enjoy before dinner. My daughter kept begging me to serve dinner earlier, but I just wasn't hungry. Being with the sauce for a while this afternoon had made me feel "full", something an Italian woman said on Stanley Tucci's cooking show we watched. I know just how she felt!

At about 6pm, I opened a bottle of the Italian red I'd bought in Waitrose yesterday...

It cost £10 but I wasn't that impressed, to be honest. We don't drink a lot of Italian reds, and we're not fans of Chianti. I do like the Amarone della Valpolicella, though, but that's a different category entirely!

I relented with dinner, and we ate at just past 7pm, and I had a small portion. Sophie had made delicious crusty garlic bread, and there was more than enough left for her lunches over the next few days.

After we'd eaten, Keith wanted to watch The Warriors, a cult film from 1979 about a gang trying to get back home to Coney Island. Keith realised that the advert on television for the New York Tennis Open had a reference to the film (with the woman talking into the microphone) and wanted to see it. Even though we've all seen it before, it was great to watch again!