Grimbeau

Friday afternoon, the excitement of the weekend starts to build,

the thrill of the familiar, a chance of the known unknown.

Minor risk-taking, for me nowadays, is perhaps a late film.

I do not drink at home these days and I never go out at all.

There are some chicken thighs that need something doing to them, and spuds.

Hope there is spinach and rashers. Don’t fancy another Ruby Murray.