Sculptures

I went to visit Betty this afternoon, and my parents were visiting too. My dad ate teacakes, solely, he claims, to make a trophy and some wee men. As I've said lots before he has many talents.

Betty amused us with her usual opinions and "facts" learned from her newspaper reading.

As I was leaving I offered by dad one of the sour sweets and he took one, he must have forgotten about my blip during the week! It was funny to watch his face change. Then Betty took one and she seemed fine, but a few seconds letter she spat it out. And my dad disappeared into the kitchen, then came back saying it tasted fine. He'd rinsed all the sourness off it! Wimps!