Creme brûlée

It was a long day. I went to Oxford to collect the keys for Mums flat and to inspect the renovations which were looking good. Whilst there I got the news that Bluebelle had died, so horrid journey home to say goodbye to her. It seems she had a heart attack.

We joined friends for food at the Peacock in an effort to cheer ourselves up. This was a portion of cheesecake- which apparently tasted devine.