Baklava

While I was driving Eve to the bus stop, Ruby was making baklava for the first time. Delicious with a cuppa they were.

This evening Joe came back from his volunteering work and I roasted some salmon in pesto and nestled it lovingly on a bed of onions and gnocchi.

It was the nicest day of the year so far, I even sat outside with a cup of tea and read a book for a while, until the pugs demented barking at a large circling buzzard drove me back in. Unfortunately the bird didn’t swoop and take him away. Probably sized him up and thought they’d rupture something.