One a day

The canes went quickly once I'd put them on Facebook marketplace so, pleased about that.

I was battling with myself over whether to go to exercise this morning. I haven't been for ages for a variety of reasons. Eventually I decided that I get hot enough during an ordinary session - it's in a church hall not an air-conditioned gym - and going in this heat I would be at risk of melting completely. So I messaged them only to find out it's half-term so it's not on anyway! Yay! Don't have to feel guilty. 

Instead I went out and did some gardening in the shadiest bit of garden I could find. A pleasant surprise: in between the weeds I discovered that the potatoes that had gone to seed last year, that I'd stuck in the ground, are growing. At least I assume that's what they are. I'm pretty sure of it.

What I haven't mentioned in regard to our holiday is ice cream.

My holiday mantra of 'One a day' fell far short this time, on account of Husband's sickness. We did manage to - what's the phrase? bookmark? No. One at each end. What is it? Anyway, we did at our favourite ice cream parlour.

I was so excited by my nutella sundae I failed to get it into focus!

The next time I had peach melba.

The grandchildren loved their exotica sundaes with coconut ice cream and mango.

And while we're on the subject of food, we also paid a visit to the 'croissant' café.

So much choice! And so delicious.

Bookend! Is that it?