Pottering about!

I didn't have any plans today, so it was lovely to potter about, doing small but necessary jobs. I wanted to get the en-suite shower cubicle cleaned, and another exciting job: cleaning out the fluff from the tumble dryer filter. Yes... I know how to enjoy myself!

There was satisfaction in finally doing the jobs that I'd been putting off, and I put out some feelers for help with replacing the under-cupboard lights in the kitchen and cleaning the oven. The last time I cleaned the oven, I burned my arms with the corrosive substance I used, and we have to virtually lie on the floor to get the bottom oven cleaned properly, so I refuse to do it again. 

So, I pottered about, Keith made me eggs on toast for lunch, and I just took my time and crossed off a lot of chores. I also did the usual Wednesday jobs, such as the shopping list, lunch and breakfast for work tomorrow.

Keith had already prepared the onion and pepper for tonight's meatballs and pasta, which Sophie had agreed to cook when she got home from work. Keith refuses to eat meatballs, so he had bought himself a beef pie for dinner.

Before Sophie ventured into the kitchen, we watched the first episode of Missed Call starring Joanna Scanlan, who had been sitting at the next table to us in Fischer's restaurant, London, back in January.  

The plot sounded promising: a 17-year-old girl on a French exchange visit goes missing after calling her Mum (Joanna Scanlan) in the middle of the night. We persevered, but after about half an hour, we gave up. We both agreed that the acting wasn't very good and it all seemed a bit unrealistic! I was disappointed, to be honest, but never mind!

Before dinner, we had a sudden, torrential downpour of rain and gusty winds, and we managed to get Mooney in, who must have been sheltering under one of the cars, as he wasn't that wet, bless him. Sophie started the dinner, and I opened the kitchen door to let some fresh air in, and heard a lot of sirens outside, something that is very unusual for our area. I then smelt burning, and realised that Sophie had put Keith's pie in the oven, but had turned on the grill by mistake! The top was completely black! We had to scrape all the burnt bits off and then put it back in the oven! I later found out that the sirens were from fire engines attending a fire in a field between Walgrave and Hannington. Drama indeed! 

After dinner, Keith and I caught up with another episode of The Capture, and that seems to be going a little far-fetched as well!