Hot Cross Buns

I went to the service at church this morning. I sat next to my Grandmother, who complained fluidly that G0od Friday was meant to be a solemn affair, there shouldn't be any music and there was too much gossip (I politely reminded her that it was still church, so gossiping is to be expected). She did remark that she liked my new haircut, and that she was looking forward to Easter dinner with us on Sunday, so it wasn't all bad!

Alan arrived this afternoon - he's coming up to stay for the Easter weekend. Big hugs and bigger smiles all round when he rung the bell.

This is one of the buns, Monty, looking rather hot and cross with indignation at being photographed. Easter-y, though!