Nov 6

Nov 6 Easy Like Sunday Morning

There was a time, and I forget exactly when - around the early 90’s I think, when everyone was into loft living, coffee and papers on a Sunday morning, followed by brunch with friends and lingering Autumnal walks through the countryside or along the river.

All to the accompaniment of Lionel Ritchie’s ‘Easy Like Sunday Morning.’

Not entirely sure how often I actually did this, as I was living in London at the time and almost certainly working on permanent weekends, but it remains very much a ‘thing’ which I aspire to, and singularly fail to achieve.

However….

I had the 2020’s equivalent of it this morning ….

Listening to the radio - kippers on toast - perusing recipe books and making notes - then a stretch of the legs to Menai Bridge (the bridge itself currently closed to traffic but open for pedestrians due to some fault or other) to the posh supermarket because it’s most likely to have the ingredients I want, and then home.

The bridge closure has been disastrous for local businesses, plus it’s late in the year and money is tight, so all the eateries I passed by seemed less than half full, and full of Munch faces peering out.

Managed to time my walk in between major storms … although had to stand in the doorway of the supermarket for a few minutes with a gang of others watching the torrential rain come and go.

An afternoon of cooking and planning.