Today is a day of numbers, well, I suppose everyday is, but it just happens that digits, great small, random and significant seem to be conspiring to catch my eye this morning.
Beyond the digital interface it's been a good day in the real world. We rolled out of bed lateish, pedalled down the the Sunday market at nearby Meze, bought lots of fresh ingredients for a birthday lunch, then came back and consumed them. I experimented with the new outdoor kitchen by attempting to follow Felicity Cloake's recipe for moules marinieres, with some success I might add, well relatively speaking, as someone who has to consult a recipe book to rustle up scrambled eggs. Now, it's sit in the shade and relax, assisted by the half bottle of Picpoul de Pinet consumed over lunch.