The iron is hot

The quietest day for weeks. It was wet, and no longer half term. Jennifer came in jaded "have you ever had one of those mornings when you just can't wake up?" so it was a good job we weren't rushed off our feet. I have plucked up the courage to mention homemade (or ho-made as I once saw on a sign - an entirely different concept) chilli as a jacket potato filling and it was greeted with enthusiasm. Happily, as I'd already bought the ingredients. We shall start tomorrow.