Selfie with the teenager – rare that he allows himself to be photographed with me these days!
Nothing says Friday night like the pop of a bottle of fizz. And nothing says Saturday morning like the headache after you’ve inadvertently consumed the whole thing over the course of the evening!
A picture of Newton Abbot clock tower which I took whilst waiting for my friend to arrive for a dinner date last week.
The cats are less than pleased by the inclement weather over the last week or so – they (and I!) thought spring had arrived and had been enjoying lazy days out in the sunshine.
Ashley bought me roses. This is an unusual enough occurrence that my immediate thought was ‘what’s he feeling guilty about?!’
Sunday roast. Cooked by Ashley. I can count on one hand the number of Sunday roasts I have cooked in the last twenty years.
Postal vote. Done and dusted. I shall be SO relieved when it’s all over, I am so weary with the constant media drivel about the election.
Yum. Mussels for lunch on a wet Bank Holiday Monday, with a nice glass of Sauvignon Blanc, and some crusty bread.
Happy post. Couldn’t resist all the freebies promised by Clarins in their recent website birthday promotion, so I placed an order. (You can see what I bought – and all the freebies, there were a LOT – in an upcoming video).
What a difference a week makes. As I look outside now, the sky is an angry shade of dark grey, and the blossom is all over the drive and the road, rather than on the tree. It’s been V-E-R-Y windy.
Finished this book last night. Very good, and a bit creepy.