Friday Night Supper

Dinner is in the Slow Cooker and Florence has left work early so she can get the 6.30 from Paddington to Pewsey.  Harriet happens to be coming home too so her Dad will pick them up. All I have to do is wait.

Poor Florence had a very traumatic Saturday night/Sunday morning when she intervened (on a night bus) and prevented a sex attack/abduction/rape.  She wants a cuddle from her Mum.

I had written chapter and verse here but have now decided to delete it.

Anyway, the Goats Cheese bread, top left, is delicious. (Lidl)