Hot Cross Bun

I promised myself that I would break the diet only to have a hot cross bun on Good Friday morning. My appointment for follow-up blood tests isn't until next week and I am being very careful not to jeopardise the results by moments of indulgence. No Easter Eggs for me.

The extra (and map location) is of a scene we witnessed on our way to church, taken from the car - someone thinking it is acceptable to wade into our magnificent display of daffodils, lie down in them and have someone else wade after them to take photographs, then both wade back out again. I hate to think how many blooms they broke in the process.