They're S'cone...

Where are the eagles and the trumpets?
Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.
Over buttered scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.B.C.'s
- T.S.Eliot

So today has not been great. Office was a hard place to work this morning, people making things a hundred times more difficult than they need to be. Neighbours have been noisy recently and after today's drink-fulled ladies day at the race track am expecting another "impromptu" party in the early hours. Then there's other stuff to sort out, conversations to have with people....pft....rah... (I want to be back in Hemel - at least there were people there to spend time with)!

So I kinda gave up this afternoon and made scones for my friends... and then ate a large number of them on their behalf!