Rhubarb tart.

Bit more gardening, few more pots planted up.

Cuppa and a chat in the summerhouse with Shaz.

Another chat with a neighbour.

Then another chat with another neighbour.

Then a really poor tea.

But followed with the ultimate homemade rhubarb tart.

I am a domestic goddess. Well apart from that blumming horrible tea.

Even Nigella has bad days.