The chicken pie was made quickly, likewise a full and fruity tea bread, but then...oh dear...my mood dropped sharply, but having learnt from vast past experiences I donned a frock and posed...
And now all is very definitely well.
Mr H. was on hand with his new camera, my Christmas present to him. It is, I'm pleased to report, a smashing success. It has features:)
Anyway when all the dreadful posing was done Mr H. made me sepia because I looked a bit 'flapperish' in the top photograph.
I do so love hamming it up...
So what now?
Music and tea.
And later?
A large ginger wine and that blasted chicken pie.
