... term!
Just a week to go.
And then just a month to wait until we go on our jollies to France. Can't believe it's come round so fast.
Still having guilty agonies about leaving my girls - but a break will do them (and us) good I'm sure.
Charles has just rung from school to say that he had to slam his brakes on this morning and the cake he was transporting slid in it's box, breaking the corner of the little coffee table I'd added. I wouldn't care if I hadn't specifically told him to be extra careful with it exactly because I knew the cloth extended slightly over the edge of the board and would be vulnerable to knocks. Apparently it's only a little break, but I feel very disappointed now - I hate to think someone's getting a cake that's damaged.
Going to Morpeth in a while and then have nothing else planned for today. I'm getting quite anxious about the buffet for next week and distinctly recall saying, after the last one, that I wouldn't be doing any more of them. The problem isn't the cooking, but the fact that so much of it needs to be done on the day and the rush to get everything boxed up is pretty manic. Still - I'm sure it'll get done.
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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