Baking as I type a dozen profiteroles which will later be filled with cream and drizzled with melted chocolate.
For us? No.... for the London Lovelies.

Also being made... two steak puds and a dozen Bakewell maids. The kitchen is a wee bit HOT! But with windows open and naked feet I'm doing alright:)

Southend was heaving with scantily clad people (nasty) and as I staggered back to the car park clinging onto two massive bags of compost I doubted my sanity. But alls well that ends well because I can now, over Easter, get some tomatoes growing:)
Also picked up a box of Rose food.
Bird food ditto.

My head was killing me so I popped into Boots for cheapo drugs and whilst there bought a lovely new lipstick called Rose Bud:)
Thump thump thump but oh the thought of puckering up rosily.

Now I must fly snooker and choux pastry waits for no nutter:)