Z decided that he didn’t want to cook tonight, so after some deliberation, we opted to hit up the fish and chip van that visits the village on a Thursday. Thanksgiving doesn’t exist as a holiday over here (though lots of people ‘celebrate’ it as an excuse to have food with friends), so it sort of delights me that our dinner on this day is something inherently British. Plus, it was good, so.
That’s pretty much it, if I’m honest. I’m keeping things low-key because of the whole oh hey, suddenly it’s my turn to have the plague. It’s not been too too bad today, but I know that I’ve been run down a bit. Tomorrow will hopefully be better.