no (well, very little) Sun....day.

You'd think that after so many days, weeks...months even... that we'd still remember the blessed injections....but, as usual, we were half way through this evening's supper before our memories were jogged...much swearing ensued....mainly from Jill.....she really doesn't find it any easier to find a spare space for the additional 100mls after she's eaten. We decided to do it later....and were well on the way to deciding who is going out of "Strictly"before we remembered again. I'm sure it's a subconscious thing...we don't want to do it....the brain blocks it out...it's a real effort to not forget....even though there's a dirty great sign on the outside of the fridge, but I suppose it's been there so long we're ignoring it now.

This evening's food was a real home grown St. Martin effort....pathetically small carrots from the garden....some really rather good leeks as well....and then some spectacular parsnips...all grown with our own fair hands. The fresh pork came from our next door neighbours V & A (sounds a little like a London museum) but what meat!!!...so soft and succulent....we don't know which one it was, but we have certainly watched said porker grow up in the field down the road.....not difficult to see why so many people go for the Genuine Jersey product. I finished off with a couple of freshly made jam tarts that Bex and SE threw together last night....and I wonder why I weigh more every time I get on the scales. While I'm talking about last night's cooking....I must mention the peculiar smell that was floating around the kitchen when I came down this morning....yes, the two girls may have cooked the tarts, but they forgot the two "jam twists" that got made with the spare pastry....left in the Aga overnight....it was fair to say that they had dried out a bit!!

Despite the weather, we've had another good day....Jilly went off to an early "keep fat class"at the St Martins school, after which she took the dog for a walk in the rain on the sand at Longbeach. As it was the first Sunday of the month I was on organ duty at Chapel...so we both met back at home around 12. Jill had a theory that the famous coin hoard was only open to the public until Christmas...so we decided that we would visit the metropolis and have see exactly what all the fuss is about. Well....the fuss is very well justified....what a really truly fantastic find we have on our hands....some fantastic individual pieces and coins.....and maybe the best is yet to come? They are saying that it will be three years work to finish taking the hoard to pieces....we really must make the most of it....it will be (well, already is) a world class piece of archaeology.....we're so lucky. We spent the last hour walking around the various markets...French in Weighbridge Place...and Jersey in Liberation Square and the Royal Square....all really good and plenty of people about.....it was lucky the rain had held off, and the crowds were certainly coming out in support. Jill bought Clementines, olives and tomatoes....and some felt robins to go above the Aga to get us in the festive mood.

Dan has just left to go out and pick up Tom from the Airport....so this evening we will be back to full strength....up goes the food consumption again. Having said that, it won't be long before Jack is off for his skiing holiday, and before he returns Dan will be off again (Munich this time...for New Year)....it will be mid-January before we have a settled house full of twentysomethings. In between all that we have AB arriving for Christmas....so there's lots happening.

Coin hoard....

And for Papa, a real 'Grapin'....?? not sure how you spell that... we have one that Pops has given us, but its been really well used and the spikes are very short now!!