Cabin Fever

Mr C was heading off to Twickenham this afternoon for the rugby and I felt like I hadn’t been outside the front door for weeks rather than days.  I asked Lucy if she fancied a stroll around the village, Wimbledon. 

We decided to see if we could find any reduced panettone.  There are some wonderful delicatessen and Italian food shops but, my, they are so so expensive.  

We stopped for a drink and ended up sharing a tasty platter washed down with a sparkling elderflower 

As we walked back to the car there was a very small wedding party standing outside the Ivy (not in this one I took).  The bride looked lovely