After a busy morning on Friday, I headed to visit my cousin J, and her new baby A. A was mesmerised as she sat happily on my knee and J proclaimed, that was the quietest she'd been all day. We had a really good catch up and a lovely lunch, fresh and tasty sandwiches followed by cupcakes made by my other cousin's fair hands, (J's brother.) A may be a very manly, action adventure, thrill seeker, but he makes surprisingly light, fluffy and pink cupcakes... with sprinkles. Just delicious.
Little A hadn't had her usual nap and was a bit grisly, so we headed out for a lovely walk along the canal, really blew the cobwebs away, and baby was fast asleep within 2 minutes of the 50 minute hike. She looked like a little angel lying there.
I got home, ironed, made my bed and pondered what to have for tea. Turned out to be eggs on toast, I have been trying to perfect my eggs all week... even taking timings, and I'm almost there.
I keep forgetting what day it is, I woke to the sound of rain and thought it was Sunday, and I've just done it again... it's only Saturday.
Digging away at my remaining foam with my wooden stick this morning, Mr Regular asks me if I'd like him to get me a spoon? Pretty certain he's just being facetious, I tell him no thank you... I enjoy digging with my stick.
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