And the company as well of course. My lovely young friend.
The chips came at the end of our time together. It wasn't what we'd gone there to do although Elin was commenting from early on on the delicious smell of the chips so it was totally her fault. We began with tea and cake - a maple and pecan sort of flapjacky-but-not-really thing that would do rather nicely for Zac's if I'd found out what it was called and could have googled a recipe - followed by a stroll on the (over-crowded) beach followed by a selfie and sit-down followed by chips and another sit-down.
So by the time I got round to walking George (Husband has had a poorly stomach and has had to spend the day playing Civilisation on his laptop) it was getting late. 'Just a quick walk,' I told George - before I got carried away.
We started off along the beach. |
And then cut back through the park. |
Lemsip to bed I think tonight.
6 comments:
Flapjacks in the US are an entirely different thing from yours. It is a regional term for pancakes.
Aaah, you too, huh? I'm not sure I know anyone who is 100% well at the moment! It's me, by the way, Jay-who-used-to-be-Depp-Effect. I've moved.
I'm glad you managed to get out of the park - like you, I'd be worried for my dogs rather than myself. Chips on the beach sounds lovely, but only if they came with salt and vinegar. It's the only way!
I didn't know that, Katney. These weren't really flapjacks as I would think of them either.
They came with salt and vinegar, Jay! Welcome back!
Chips on the beach sounds wonderful! :)
Chips on the beach sounds wonderful! :)
Sounds like you had a wonderful day Liz, nothing like eating chips al fresco!
Hope you'll soon be feeling better,
I was poorly all over Christmas, even missed my Christmas dinner down the road at daughter's (2).. Ian toodled along and had a fine old time...good to be missed! (NOT)!
Love Di,
Happy New Year.
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