Cakes and fizz

I have come to the conclusion that London is bad for me. Or at least spending much time in traffic is. Later, once I could breath again, cake making with TallGirl for a visit from her godmother, Ro, who can't have gluten. She can, however have fizz and is, I think, the only person who shows up for afternoon tea with two bottles of wine. (We made wise godparently choices!)

Later, dinner with a late arriving Mr B.

For the record, no food or drink came down TallGirls's nose today, which was a relief for everyone.