Blossoming PLEASE do take good care of yourself.
The afternoon tea was a treat. I'm afraid that I have broken my vow not to eat cake until my birthday.
It was there. I was offered it. My plate moved in the direction of the selection. I succumbed. Will I do penance? Nah!
I've spoken with my sixty year old son. He is such a dear man. Had England won the championship, he would have been over the moon with unbridled joy. Hey ho! We cannot always have what we want.
I may have time to pop into the kitchen when we return from the Oban hospital appointment tomorrow. If not, I shall be with you on Wednesday.
Virtual hugs for every one of you.

Mega dinghies transport 230 migrants in one go. 80,000 arrived under Labour.
Just a rant about GP surgery - sorry
What is our role as older people?
and a multitude of virtual hugs.