It felt like a coach party. Freda kept asking if it WAS a coach party. We kept throwing more and more jacket potatoes into the oven. It wasn't a coach, just LOTS of large family groups making the most of the intermittent sunshine.
My friend Faith dropped in today en route from her London home to Liverpool. I'll blame her for starting the cappuccino-rush.
I'm now starting to worry about Saturday evening when we have 37 booked in for a three-course concert supper. Will we manage?
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