Siesta Fiesta

Hot fat meat fizzing in the high heat oven: all the house has the smell of it. Bellies rumble.

Dog, damp and sandy, sleeps in her basket.

Mr Grandad has two eyes half open: less than half open: shut.

Little Grandson has a Grandad for a pillow.

Outside, where the wind has a chill and fine rain now falls, tide-lined boots stand untidy.

Inside, there's a timer set, to remind us to peel up potatoes.