Monday, December 12, 2022

One bun, floating and weather.

1. Out of the batch of cinnamon buns, one looks perfect. I make sure Nick gets it.

2. It's my turn to be ill now, and I lie in bed listening to an audio book and floating around between asleep and awake.

3. ...and suddenly it is snowing.

Escape, tulips and samosa.

1. This morning, I'm piling into a car with friends to escape into the Weald, where we will visit a garden planted with 45,000 tulips. 2...