Cousins Reunited

Cloudy again and humid, 22C. Although I slept a good eight hours, I woke up again feel lethargic and out of sorts. Waffles were decreed for breakfast, so I made a bowl of batter, and after test cooking one batch, Jasmine surfaced and took charge of the waffle iron. She thought the batter was a bit too thick and added some more milk, but this change led to subsequent batches not taking shape properly during cooking. We added extra flour to make the batter thicker and this improved the end result. 

I went to Tesco's to buy four different kinds of plant milk, as we were nearly out of supplies, also potatoes sweet potatoes and bananas, as we were almost out of these as well. A heavy load to carry home, but the exercise was beneficial. Then there was an extra bed in my room to sort out for Rhiannon and Tal, and sheets to put through the wash. Clare and Jasmine finished making a batch of blackberry jelly and filled the dozen small jar Jas bought yesterday, plus a couple of normal sized ones. We had a late snack lunch and then Rhiannon and Tal arrived at three after a rain soaked journey in her small Seat Mii. She was lucky enough to find a parking place in Llanfair Road. Often when there's good weather, people take off somewhere for the day, but not this weekend. Perhaps because of the Kendrick Lamar concert in town.

After the reunion of cousins, a brief photo opportunity. The last time the two of them were together was 30th June last year. I took a photo of them at the time, and it turned out blurred and Jas had her eyes shut. I don't think either of them were keen on being photographed, so I only got a single picture. This time they were relaxed and happy, and the result was pleasing.

Jasmine and Louie then took themselves off to catch the Waterbus down to the Bay at the Castle Gardens landing stage. Rhiannon and Tal busied themselves dressing up ready to go to the Principality Stadium when doors open at five. The main act doesn't get going for another two hours, but apparently the warm-up DJ is famous and must be heard. Coincidentally Owain is one of the deejays appearing at an open air festival on the Glanusk Estate outside Crickhowell this evening, he'd have been here with us otherwise, sleeping on an air bed in the lounge. He often camps out with his mates and is used to it.

After the four of them left, Clare and I went out for our respective walks in the park. I cooked pasta with tuna, aubergine and courgette for supper. Rachel called and chatted with us while we ate and long after. By the time she rang off, there wasn't enough evening left to start watching something live or on-line, and I didn't want to wait up until the youngsters returned from town, some time after eleven, so it was early to bed for me in earnest for once.