This morning our Scrabble Club met at Hilary's. Only four of us, but that's a complete table. Three good, close games. Home to lunch. Last Friday our butcher was selling pheasants at just over four pounds each. We bought one - a decent looking cock bird, and it's given the two of us three decent lunches - roast pheasant on Sunday, pheasant hotpot on Monday and pheasant casserole today. The carcasse may furnish us game soup later in the week.. On Tuesday our fish merchant delivers very fresh fish from Lowestoft, and Ann bought enough fish to make a decent fish pie with capers in it (which adds interest). We neither of us eat heavily, but we do seem to have a varied and interesting diet. I've got to get on in the workshop now. I've a clock hand to make for an early eighteenth century, single handed, wall clock.