|Filling the muffin cups|
I had visitors yesterday. My friend and her two children dropped by in a a whirlwind of things to do and things I want because you have it. It was good fun though, although a proper conversation gets lost a bit among all the demands for more cake, drinks, visits to the toilet. Sophie had decided she didn't like them one bit (even though she stayed downstairs for the duration, the only one not budging from 'her' home!) and would on occasion hiss at the little boy if he came too close.
The little girl (well, she's soon to be six) and I made muffins for everybody. I had matching aprons and the result was really good. By the time my friend and her children left, the muffins were all gone, I had two drawings to hang on the wall and lots of photos of me that my friend took of me (I deleted most of them, this time they were awful, nothing like the one in my header).
Tomorrow it's back to the real world: work work work. And I so don't want to...