We Were At Home,

for our Sunday lunch,

 and thought we would have a bottle of bubbly, 

 which decided to put up a fight,

 then out popped the cork, 

 and pour away,

 perfect,

 we were going to have lamb, until we realised we did not have any, so pork with plenty of crackling it was, with a pig in a blanket,

 between courses,

 I took a couple of not very good pictures, 

 of the new fish we bought yesterday at the plant market, 

and for dessert some of the creme caramel Diana had made yesterday, for the rest of the afternoon we listened to music,

but in the evening it was feet up for Sherlock Holmes, it had been such a long time since we had watched them we had forgotten for the most part of how the plot unfolded, as the midnight hour approached we were then off to bed.