Jam season has begun. This is one of only two batches I made this year from the plum tree out the front. But it is still a lot and it looks ominously like we’re in for a bumper crop of apples as well.
Mr. Waffle and I visited Russborough House which I can unhesitatingly recommend as a grand day out.
I bought new shoes in Camper which I thought were trendy and comfortable. On mature reflection, perhaps trendy Granny. They cut the ankles off me and I’m still breaking them in though nearly there. I complained to herself. “What? They’re sore? But they look orthopedic!” she said, possibly accurately but definitely unhelpfully. Oh dear, perhaps a mistake.
It’s been lovely having her home for a bit. We went out for afternoon tea to celebrate.
They had this in the hotel lobby. Astonishing, if real etc.
Tomorrow we are off on our very exciting family holiday in Argentina. There will be no posting until we get back at the end of August. Stay tuned for a full debrief then including whether we make our connection during a two hour window in JFK. Those of you concerned about the cat will be delighted to know that relatives will be staying in our house to help ease her loneliness and, ok, crucially, feed her. I was in Tesco this morning and I saw this sad vignette reflecting the reality of the absolute wash out this July has been and can only hope that winter in Argentina will be both warmer and drier than summer in Dublin.
Argentina! How exciting!
Yes! V excited.