Phew, it's hot here in Devon this weekend, though not as hot as in the south-east, I believe. Washing put out this morning was ready for ironing after an hour. Sadly I had planned to roast a chicken today, so the oven is groaning away and the roasties will be going in soon. Tomorrow we will eat the leftovers in what Leon calls a fruity chicken salad with bits of fruit and our own lettuce. My neighbour has just given me some courgettes from her veg patch and some beautiful sweet peas which smell gorgeous. My husband picked some carnations and phlox this morning, so the place looks like a florist's shop. I will use the courgettes in a kind of lasagne with thin long strips of courgettes instead of pasta. My husband loves potatoes but it has taken 50 years to get him to eat rice, however he draws the line at pasta.
TY, thanks for your good wishes. The dressings are off and there's just a thin scar to see. It's not painful, but this business of not raising the left arm above shoulder height is proving quite difficult. Enjoy your weekend, folks. Stay hydrated and in the shade.
I'm glad I'm not at Glastonbury!
