She made these stunning meringues for her guests (using this recipe).
Small Girl slept in my bed. Her first words to me on waking this morning were, ‘You need to go back to Mummy-school’.
‘You don’t even know how to play rock, paper, scissors’.
A while ago I was gazing delightedly at my, admittedly faint, summer-sandal-tan-lines.
‘Look, I’m getting a tan!’, I declared to my assembled offspring.
‘Mum’, scoffed Teenage Son, ‘You are not getting a tan. You are transitioning from Cashel Blue to a mild Cheddar.
He, also, was correct. sigh.
Husband received a gift of a bottle of wine yesterday, from a colleague who lives in France. The bottle was delivered with a detailed message telling us to let it rest for at least a month since the journey from France will have upset it. Hah! It is unlikely to see sundown.