as long as it’s eatable, edible and pleasant tasting

Up at 6:00, sit, breakfast. H goes to work and I go for a run (!). At this time of day it’s still not too hot (though quite warm) despite the blue skies.

Home, shower, prepare, off to Walker. More almost-final-corrections. Lunch on the balcony in the sun, which is nice.

Home at 6:00 and cook dinner – something with chicken. Beginning to enjoy this cooking thing. The trick for me seems to be not to have any idea what I’m going to make when I start out. That way, as long as it’s eatable, edible and pleasant tasting, I’ve not got anything wrong.