I started off the moring with a nice potato-y breakfast, cubes of taters sauteed with onions, garlic, peppers, chunks of sausage, and a bit of pancetta (think thick bacon, diced). I added some Konriko and a bit of butter to get 'er to crisp up better, than grated cheddar cheese across the whole thing and stuck it under the broiler long enough to make it bubbly. No wonder I'm always so tired on Sundays; all those carbs just make you want to nap!
Across London great things are happening: Millais at the Tate, "Art of Sienna" at the National Gallery, the haute couture show at the Victoria and Albert, and yet all I can think is that it's sunny, sunny, sunny and unlike five days of the week, I am free this very one and have nothing I really have to do other than buy more potatoes, cheese and onion. Thus, I am going to go for a walk with shadowdaddy and call it a Sunday that shall be, once again, well wasted.