Just having a five-mi ute break after a pretty full-on morning.
Have made what I HOPE will be the order for tomorrow, even though I haven't heard anything yet. If I've got it hopelessly wrong, there's always our weekend guests - and even David's shop as he has kindly said he will try my products.
The house, cars, and outside area are all sparkly clean and fresh. The table's set for tomorrow's evening meal. Main course and desserts are made. And, as the starter is simply a couple of boxes of baked camembert with salad and crusty bread I don't have to even think about that.
The danger now is, that having got everything done so quickly, I begin to think of other stuff I could make. Lemon posset (which my mother keeps telling me reminds her of baby sick - the name not the pud I hasten to add, cos she actually likes eating it, just not thinking about the name of it) keeps pinging away in my head for some reason. Possibly because I've got a bowlful of lemons and maybe because its the quickest easiest dessert to make.
NO - I will not go into the kitchen again...
Well, not for a while anyway!!

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