The lunchbox has landed.

J dropped me off in Bridgend this morning, and he went to Porthcawl. I needed to go to the bank, and there are more shops in Bridgend. It was lucky I did, because I had a pair of Clarks black chelsea boots in the Ty Hafen charity shop for £ 9.99. They look like new, and when I got them home I noticed they had a Gore-Tex label on them. Happy days:-) I caught the bus home, and about half way into the journey, there was a massive bang from the back of the bus. The lady bus driver stopped, and people from nearby houses came out to look. Still don't know what it was, but I was glad to get off the bus.I didn't take any photos in town, so when J had made Katie's lunch box he said why don't you blip it, so I did. By request, she  has sausage sandwiches, with tomato sauce, (she has it on most things,) and you can see the rest. I thought the dragon cakes will go down well, working in the Welsh Office. She says that her lunchbox is a talking point in the office ,as they all want to see what's inside. This afternoon, I cleaned out the cupboard in the kitchen where we keep all our plates & dishes. I have been wanting to do it for ages, but I have been putting it off, although it doesn't take long it's a job I hate.