The heavy hand shake

1. The best cake I've seen in a long time appeared in our kitchen this morning. We were agog. Dallis and I both wanted to blip it, so I blipped her beating me to the blip. God it was good.

2. Along the corridor I am carrying too much and get that shakey hand you get when carrying a full burny teapot. For some reason it really cracks us up.

3. The walk to lunch has built in hailstone exfoliation. The pear chutney at the end makes it worth the pummelling.

4. What a long afternoon. Stormy weather and mini toblerones from Oslo.

5. A big pot of mushroom soup is simmering as I type. Cannae wait. How obsessed with food am I today?