Who’s the Lucky Girl?

It’s a lucky girl who gets the brooch His Lordship and I bought in Peebles on Thursday. I have to say, that lucky girl is not me. There are other lucky girls in HL’s life.
Whatever happened to our Sunday consumption of toast? After cycling to our new favourite café in Bruntsfield, neither of us felt the urge for it. Just when you think you have a routine set for life, another one comes along in its place, a rather less calorific one I have to say -obviously not including a bacon roll.

With the weather set sunny and warm again, the papers will be read outside this morning before we entertain HL’s daughter and partner this afternoon. Meringues, strawberries and cream are scheduled fare, no doubt making up for the lack of toast at breakfast.