The big event of my day - so far - was that having spent ages slaving away over a carrot cake and swelling my feet up horribly in the process (too much standing), I managed to collapse it into lots of broken bits as I was turning it out of its tin.
So frustrating. My hands let me down.
Anyway, Captain Butterfly had some bits with the rest of the custard for his tea. And apparently it tastes alright. But nul points for presentation.
Linda of Arabia is visiting tonight, and we are having supper with Jacks tomorrow.
The congregation is at Brighton for the 3-day Assembly and it is depressing that I can't be there. Maybe, by this time next year...?