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We nipped (or popped) to Nailsea via the local farm shop. We had, unaccountably, run out of dripping, and so Thursday’s corned beef hash to be cooked in oil – most unsatisfactory. I had vague ideas about buying a duck, although it did seem just a tad over the top to fill the dripping bowl, but the farm shop was duckless, so we had the dripping and a carton of cream instead.

From there to Nailsea, primarily to go to the petshop and get still more cat litter for EnRon, who don’t like the stuff we had in the garage (obviously). However, the farmers’ market was on, and we needed a couple of other things, and and and …

• a pack of mixed game (venison and pheasant mostly, I think) £5.90, to be made into a casserole for tomorrow with butter beans (already soaking) and dumplings
• 4 x faggots, to be cooked with lashings of onion gravy, and served with mash
• 1 pack of venison sausages
• 1 loaf of stilton and walnut bread (as I didn’t get round to making any bread last night for reasons I shall tell you later. Probably.
• some very nice smoked buffalo cheese (at least, the cheese is smoked – not sure about the buffalo), and from elsewhere in the town
• 2 bottles of shower gel and some aspirin from Boots
• a plastic box to put all my winemaking gubbins in
• a big bag of approved cat litter, a feathery thing onnastick and a flea comb (for the cats, just in case you were wondering)
• some fresh chillis and ginger
• a bag of hazelnuts and some porridge
• a trawl round the charidee shops (I love doing this), which brought forth two nice square earthenware dishes, a copy of War PLC for 25p, and a rather nice teal velour top

Now I am off to turn a big box of windfalls into apple wine, make a cherry cake, have a cup of tea and a mince pie, and quite possibly collapse in front of the telly for a bit. Enjoy your weekends, all.