Lazy days of summer, of wine and roses. Of light evenings and balmy breezes.
Of blue skies filled with swallows, birdsong and butterflies.
A walk on the beach, I thought, with my nearest and dearest - that's what I'd like to do.
Alas, today it has poured with rain all day. It is like a green November.
The In-Charge informed me this morning that we were expecting a month's worth of rain - 4 inches, they said - in two days.
'When did we ever have only 4 inches of rain in June?' he asked acidly.
4 inches or 14, it is trying very hard to fulfil their expectations.
And to think, this time yesterday we were sitting in the sunshine, enjoying a drink.
On the upside, No 1 son is here, which is the best birthday treat of all.
And Wonder-Brother paid a flying visit (literally), so we had a lovely evening over a long, late supper with Robin, a close friend of everyone concerned.
|Long laxy birthday suppers|
Today started with delectable fizzly fizz in tall pretty glasses - with or without orange juice as preferred.
And also with the largest and most delicious birthday cake ever known to man!
So large, we thought we'd better crack into it for breakfast!
The cake was made by an extremely talented young man of my acquaintance - a twelve year-old chef who will be responsible, in later life, for much over-indulgence by many people, if he carries on as he's begun.
|The largest birthday cake in the world. Please drop in for a slice - white chocolate and lemon feature scrumptiously in the ingredients.|
Cake and fizz go very well together for breakfast.
They are even good at lunchtime and probably unbeatable for tea.
I expect they will make a yummy pud later on too!
'Happy Birthday Cake!' as my nephew used to say.