What lies within

Krispy Kremes. The treat that makes any kind of rubbish journey worthwhile. Though today has not been so bad. Discovery of a broken flash last night resulted in a late night (early morning) purchasing decision. This morning I ended up spending an hour on the phone trying to sort out the delivery - why do folk on the phone just lie? If you don't know the answer, isn't it more helpful to admit that than to just make up any old nonsense?

Anyway, it has been sorted out by cancelling the order and re-ordering from the more reliable source I should have gone to in the first place. All that made us a bit late leaving, which by happy chance meant we were there when the UPS man arrived with Mr B's new speakers and stands.

Katherine wasn't sick on the plane, always a bonus, and I'm trying not to be too grumpy about Ryanair taking 30 mins to deliver my lunch (which didn't even need to be heated).

Now on the train to London to go to our friends' then on to a sausage and fireworks party. With Krispy Kremes.

And yes, we have already eaten a couple, and yes again, I did rip the box open in my haste to get at them.