… and Purrich.
It means Back to Normal, and that’s what today was. We went for the messages. That means essentials. Just potatoes, milk, and bread, with a very few treats. Life returning to normal again after the days of rushing here and there and hours of dancing. It was good to get back to normal whatever that is.
We watched an exciting and occasionally terrifying São Paulo GP. I’ve driven in torrential rain in the past, but never at 200mph in an open cockpit V6 powered racing car, but these folk were doing just that and most of them stayed on the track. How they managed to keep their cars on the black stuff is a mystery, but, not only did they do that, Verstappen even managed to cut through the pack from starting in 17th place and finish the race in first place. I don’t like him, but there is no denying his talent.
I went for a walk in St Mo’s in the afternoon and picked up today’s PoD which I think is a birch leaf trapped in some branches in St Mo’s.
Dinner tonight was Giovanni Rana Tortellini with a tomato sauce. First time I’ve tried it and although it wasn’t perfect, I’d attempt it again.
Watched Sunday’s results from Strictly and agreed with the judges decision.
Tomorrow we may go out somewhere for a walk if the weather stays fine.