Treats from the neighbours

Back-blipped. This was a rather lovely gesture from my neighbours who knocked on my door to let me know they were having a party because they were getting married the next day. This made a refreshing change from the previous neighbours who had regular long, loud parties with no warnings.

The party was fine and needless to say, the biscuits were as good as they looked. The prosecco is still chilling. This reminds me, I must get them a card before I return the plate.