Edible

I am assured that this detail off my birthday cake is edible - a rice crispie concoction I’ve been told, so I intend to unravel it with my teeth this evening.

In other matters, I have a theory as to why much of Scottish music is sad and a trifle depressing. I figure that it is hard to be jolly and sunny composing lively,happy songs and tunes and not laments and dirges when the weather is like today’s for possibly 6 months in the year.
After yesterday’s flash in the pan sun, today it is half light, cold, damp and cheerless with pavements carpeted by a thick covering of soggy decaying leaves. A hopelessness pervades everything and tries to worm into one’s soul.

It was fortuitous then that I had coffee and cake this morning with two erstwhile cycling friends in a cosy flat half an hour’s route march from the Dower House. The walking injected some energy into the outing.

Now I’m looking forward to another cosy encounter with neighbours as we have our TGIF drinks. I can’t help wondering where this last week has gone, so quick has it been.
Pinot Grigio here I come!