Sunday, 31 July 2011

Cream crackered

The cream is all gone.
On raspberries.
On strawberries.
On scones.
In filter coffee.
And I'm exhausted.
As is my friend Jo on her annual trip to Worcestershire.
She reckons she's walked the garden at least a hundred times today calling out table numbers and delivering orders.
She'll sleep well tonight.

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