Why is it that you spend only two nights away from home and the laundry pile is four times what it normally is? Than goodness we are having such a glorious September and I have been able to get things dry. I refuse a drier and prefer my long line.
Having pegged my washing at 0630 this morning, I had these babies in the oven before 0700. They were smothered in radioactive icing and nibbled with my Nan as we spent an enjoyable afternoon in the sunshine in her garden celebrating her 80th birthday.
I am now going to pic my jaw up from the floor having just watch Jamie Oliver's exploits with an alligator. Oh my.