Friday: K's Boot

Paul, our visiting friend, has recently taken to baking bread.  This morning, he baked us a loaf and it is now sitting in the kitchen in splendid isolation.  I always think 'baked' sounds a bit wrong, it should be 'boked'.  By a weird turn of coincidence, the iPod, on random shuffle, has just thrown up 'Macarthur Park' by Richard Harris, which is all about baking a cake and leaving it on the rain.

After loaf 'boking', it was out for drinks and dinner.  How like you K.'s boot on the woodwork?

The weather is ever better - long may it last!