Mince pies

The local baker makes good ones. 

Pilates first; a very cold West wind walking over to the gym. Rather spoiled by smaltzy Christmasy music, with no useful rhythm. Came back by the bakery for mince pies. 

Visitors in the afternoon; our upstairs neighbours. Fed them tea and warmed pies. Talked about the history of the building among other details of living in it.