Treated myself to a proper straw sunhat yesterday. Well, I had to keep up appearances, didn't I, after a weekend of gracious living. Daughter came home for a flying visit, insisted on cooking for us: a great chicken, feta and blueberry salad on Friday evening, barbecue on Saturday, Eurovision Song Contest and a box of chocolates in the evening, (Three cheers for the Russian Grannies!). Another high spot - we took ourselves out for tea and cakes at our favourite cafe by the canal where I'd been with our TSSF small group only the previous Saturday. Sunshine, real china, good company and the chance to sit in the sunshine watching the swans and ducks drift by. Wonderful.
Being a glutton for punishment, daughter and her cronies went back to the teashop for yet another tea drinking session at Saturday breakfast time.
One day I will start that teashop blog.
You bought a sunhat...
ReplyDelete...now I know who to blame for this rain.
I know, I know. It never fails. Going back to schooldays, I remember us doing an Israeli rain dance in an attempt to get games lessons cancelled. Never worked. But just let me have a letter asking to be excused, and the heavens would open!
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