Ten Nails, Three rings and a Cup of Coffee.

You would be forgiven for thinking these nails belonged to a lady of leisure who had never scrubbed a floor or done any manual work, but you would be so wrong. These nails belong to LeeAnne who may not have scrubbed a floor but she is  certainly no stranger to hard graft. Marigolds must be high on her shopping list. 
We had a catch up over coffee this morning before going our differing ways, she to talk to dogs and I to have lunch in Café Andaluz with a North Berwick friend up for the day to the crowded metropolis.

She arrived as the sun finally came out from behind the cold mist that is our daily torment at the moment and which so hard to bear when the forecasters are showing up pictures of the sun kissed beaches in southern Britain. 
It was all very enjoyable after the meal to sit on the patio and watch life unfold over the railings.

The day would have been complete had we had the TGIF drinks but alas the two main protagonists were still wending their way north from the Chelsea Flower Show.