This lunchtime I met with my NWR group in the park. We each brought our own picnic, extra chairs and a folding table. My sandwiches were mature cheddar with sweet pickle. A banana. Orange juice with Soda water.
Just had to put on a cardigan!
Is it normal to talk to yourself?


I am nearly (on my knees) now, Claretjan, as I’ve moved on to moulding fondant Roblox characters, as instructed by the birthday boy. I think they’re supposed to look like him. I flatter myself they will do if viewed by a short-sighted man with a squint on a galloping horse.