Nothing makes me feel my age more than sitting under bright lights in front of a mirror in the hairdresser's. Between my eye bags and my fat face I could hardly see my eyes.
Fortunately on my walk back I met a regular from our Zac's breakfasts. A young African man, he fist-bumped me! I felt young again!
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Still no roofers and wet weather forecast to be with us for another couple of weeks. That said, it is bright and sunny today. Windy too, even in our garden, so I have hung out my washing.
I am thinking tentatively of pruning the roses. It should have been done in autumn but it wasn't.
Later
It rained so I brought in the washing.
It stopped so I did some pruning. Filled three bags full. I started off carefully, looking for potential side buds before cutting. Then it got personal and I began a vendetta. "You prick me; you're finished."
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Am horrified to discover they eat puffins in Iceland. Whale and horse, not for me but okay, but puffins?!
I dithered over whether to bake for Zac's or not. Decided I would and opted for a ginger cake for a change. Discovered I didn't have any black treacle, so went for chocolate cake instead. Realised I didn't have any eggs so forced to make date flapjacks.
Had started mixing the flapjack when I found out I didn't have any dates. Panicked Kept calm and softened some apple slices instead. It was while I was adding a little sweetener to those that I noticed I was using honey. The same as I'd used in the flapjack - but it should have been golden syrup.
They look alright. I shall report back after tasting one.
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