I was trying to recall this morning, as I lay on the long lounge, a poodle and a cockerpoo snoring softly on top of me, exactly what a Sunday sleep in is like.
The annoying thing with the dogs is that they can be up and boisterous one moment then instantly asleep the next. I know. I’ve been inadvertently studying dog behaviour for some time now and, while they’re quite mad to have me awake at 5:30am, once they’re sure I am wide awake, they go back to sleep. This is pretty irritating.
Anyway, the things is, my Sunday started quite early. Though, to be fair, it was quite restful all told.
I made another attempt at the Dundee cake. This time it came out perfect so I can now make my Christmas cake, safe in the knowledge that I know how to work the cooker.
And this week’s roast was lamb. Delicious lamb with a perfect Gaz gravy, rosemary potatoes and creamy sweet potato. Perfect…though not sure what animal to roast next week. Still, there was enough leftover for bubble and squeak tomorrow night.
Roast lamb…the meal that keeps on giving.
Ohh sounds lovely and enough for a proper sherperds pie?
love mum and dad xx
Why are you sleeping on the lounge the stairs must be dry by now you will do your back in or some thing else awful. not 19 anymore Gary Charles.
love mum xxx
I’m not sleeping on the lounge! I was lying on the lounge with the dogs, first thing in the morning having slept in the bedroom till Day-z woke me up!