Friday, February 27, 2009

Petits soldats, posh nosh and candles on the cake.

1. Nick has been wondering about the large parcel with his name on it. It's a box of soldiers -- little ones, from France. He says 'Tim'll be so jealous.'

2. We go out for lunch and eat from glass plates decorated with dabs and dots of sauce and tiny pieces of vegetable.

3. I hadn't realised how late it had got until I carried the candlelit cake through the dark hall.

May, deer and pointing.

1. The may blossom has been hanging heavy on the hawthorns for a few days, but I have been too polite to mention it before the actual month....