Cakes and scary ladies

In talking about my busy week I forgot to mention one of the best bits: tea and cake with Daughter and Daughter-in-law in the Gower Deli, a new deli and cafe run by a Greek chef.

I opted for what was called a Greek Corne, because it was Greek you understand, not because it was the biggest cake on display.

Note handle-less mug. Not sure about it though nice for warming your hands.

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Latest jigsaw.

 

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There was one rather large and exceedingly confident, aka scary, lady with a stall at the Book Fair yesterday. As I was leaving she was standing by the door and she accosted me. "What does your bag say?"

"I don't know. It's not my bag."

(I'd offered to sell Glenn's books and they were in this bag.)

I read it.

"Huh," she said. "We should end the exploitation of girls first. There's more of that."

As I said, she was scary so I just scurried away. 

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I saw some jumpers advertised on FaceBook. Yes, I know I shouldn't buy from random traders but I did due diligence. The company had a 4.58 rating on Trustpilot so I figured that was safe, and I ordered two jumpers.

They were taking a long time to arrive so I checked the tracking information and found they were still in China. Oh-oh, warning bells clanging.

They arrived on Friday.

The one on the left is okay; the one on the right is nothing like it looked in the photo. Well, same colours but completely different materials. That'll teach me not to buy from random places. I've done it twice before and the items have been fine so I suppose it was inevitable that I'd be tripped up eventually.