Coming of age

I successfully baked scones today for the first time ever. I had to, my lovely and horribly young sister had requested a cream tea for her birthday.

I got a great sense of satisfaction out of this little challenge.

This concerns me slightly.

I will admit to feeling very virtuous and a little bit cosy about the whole thing. I am wondering if this, along with dying my hair yesterday, means I've hit the autumn of my youth.

Please someone shoot me if I ever take up crocheting bonnets.