Tuesday, 31 August 2010
The proof is in the pudding...
... or rather, the cake. The flapjacks were a bit heavy, I'm afraid -- not quite enough golden syrup. But the lemon drizzle seemed to go down well, and the rain stayed away.
Back in London now, fretting about imminent 'Coco' publication (a bit like waiting for exam results). Could this have any bearing on my recent spate of nightmares, in which I am running away from a huge and angry beast? (Suddenly reminded of the stage direction in 'The Winter's Tale': 'Exit, pursued by a bear...')
Have just eaten curry with my sons, followed by Dairy Milk chocolate. Very nutritious.