Suits you

A trip over the border (straight through passport control) to Lancashire and the dreaded Boundary Mills to buy a suit. We saw this jacket and both loved it, but sadly not what we needed today. Thankfully we were successful in securing a suit so at least Mr H is ready for the wedding. We then went on to Manchester to see Miss H, who obviously can’t drive with her fractured foot, but bless her she had baked me a cake for Mothering Sunday.

Now finally back home and defrosting cow crumble and red cabbage out of the freezer for tonight’s tea, but a slice of the excellent lemon Drizzle cake is plugging the gap.