Since I've come back from London I've been inspired
to clean up and tidy. Perhaps its in preparation for HRH coming at the weekend, or perhaps its because my lot can make an awful mess without me at their tail?

So I've cleaned clothes, I've cleaned toilets, I've tidied the spare room since my boy has eventually vacated it, I've weeded the allotment, made fires to aid the tidy process, scrubbed under my finger nails several times and washed the floors.

It must be time to bake surely?

I sat watching the flames curl today as I pondered all that had inspired me at chelsea. Funny how my garden centre doesn't seem to have any of the plants I wanted .

I shall end today with a nice slab of Victoria sponge, partly as a trial for the visit, but more importantly as a toast to Sheila. Some people you just never stop missing. x