What makes a perfect Sunday afternoon? Answer: a proper Sunday lunch with a good friend, then lounging by the fire with a cowboy film on the telly, and copious cups of coffee. Pretty darn good, huh?
The lunch was chicken pie followed by plum crumble and custard; the friend was Friend Nik; the fire was not a real fire, but several candles burning in the fireplace; and the film was Tombstone. Oh, and the coffee was accompanied by homemade gingerbread.
I think I may be recreating my farmhouse childhood here.
It is nice that this new flat of mine is beginning to feel like home - just in time for autumn. For the days are already taking on a distinctly chilly feel here in Edinburgh. Friend Nik says that it is a lot warmer in my flat compared to hers down by the seashore, which I attribute to the presence of other flats above, below, and on both sides. And then, the cooker added a nice warmth to the kitchen, while the candles in the fireplace threw out a surprising heat. Very soon, though, it is going to be woolly jumpers and socks and blankets on the sofa, as I avoid putting on the heating as long as possible.
I think this might have to form a pattern for future Sunday afternoons. We all need a day off, and I have 49 films to work through - a year's supply! Guests welcome. :)