I am nothing if not a creature of habit, although the last few months have left us with surprisingly few Saturdays with which to feed my habit. It's astonishing how rare in recent months have been the times we've actually been home on a Saturday or not had some commitment that involved waking in the wee small hours and driving off.
All of that stops next week of course, and as today may well be the last opportunity to get some last minute practise for the arduous months that lie ahead, I trotted off to van Wegen's as is my usual wont.
Cafe, croissant aux amande and the washing up.
It doesn't get any better.
Except maybe if there was no washing up.