Lunch

1....is served (well the gulls have given up on following Eric's trawlers and now follow Robbie's tractor).
2....(extra) has gone to live in the bin. What should have been neat wee pinwheel mustard and ham scones (lovely little spirals of cheesy mustardy ham delights) turned out a disaster. The dough should have rolled up like a swiss roll then you cut slices, lay them flat then bake at 220 degrees for eight minutes. I think the dough was too wet. It stuck to the floured worktop, microwave, rolling pin, me, it just adhered vigorously to anything it could reach. I wrestled some of the mush into the oven but they all came out looking like chicken nuggets that failed Colonel Sanders' quality control. I'll try again once I have scraped the kitchen clean.