On Duty…

… There always seems to be a goose on sentry duty.
The babies are growing up. (I try not to count them, nature is too upsetting).

We dodged the raindrops (mostly) and popped into town to treat ourselves to a cake. There has been a Spring Fair Event. Stalls of crafts and art and baking abound. We made a fab choice of a pistachio brownie and some ‘old school cake’ (it’s the icing and hundreds and thousands that are a magnet to me in all honesty, they’re irresistible). Himself doesn’t recall school cake. Yet I can almost smell the polish on the school dining room floor when I taste it, not that it tastes of wax. All I need now is pink lumpy custard. (No! Really, no!).

Drying off now.
And frankly, too much cake has been consumed for a Monday afternoon.