Lunch ..... mmmmmm ....
And having survived the Handmade event and visited with 23 Beech Hill, Monda and Half an Acre among and then assaulted the new Cath Kidston shop after lunch it was necessary to go and have a cup of tea apparently.
And what is afternoon tea without cake?
Just in case anyone is listening, Lesley refused to share my very gooey, uber-chocolatey one. Not even a little smackerel passed her lips, which was rather fabulous because then there was all the more for me! Yay!!
Then bombing off down the A30 with Maria Juanita Conchita Gonzalez topless all the way. Stopped in briefly to see my god-daughter and admire the canula strapped to her big sister's arm (! very unexpected by everyone that was) before pitching up home in time to have destructoBoy direct me up the drive from his vantage point sticking up through the roof of Maria Juanita Conchita Gonzalez.
After an evening spent stroking the divinely soft cashmere skein purchase and ooohing and aaahing a little bit over everything else I went off to brush my teeth before climbing in to bed. I came over all a quiver when right in the middle of the bathroom floor was this!