Gingerbread

I got an early Mother’s Day present this afternoon-Grasmere gingerbread. I’d rather be eating it in Grasmere but you can’t have everything.
It’s been so lovely again, warm and sunny all day but apparently it’s not going to last.
D and Alf have spent most of the day trying to fix Alf’s Mazda which seems to have spent most of the last month in bits either on the drive or in the garage. They are now bickering over F1 Qualifying.
We’re having a nice meal tonight when Poppy gets home from work in lieu of Mothering Sunday as neither of the children will be here tomorrow.