Ever the optimist.

Bit like myself.

Well perhaps not an optimist.

More a 'could be worse' kind of mentality. Then if it gets worse you are proved right, which lifts the spirits.

It is our (well I say our) Women's Institute Federation Show tomorrow. Mrs FP  has been cussing and swearing a storm in the kitchen while attempting baking perfection. We need a new oven it seems. Probably a new kitchen. Anyway as the flour stock dwindles after treacle scone batches fail with alarming regularity tensions are rising. The dog and I are sitting in the car hoping to avoid the fall out. The crows are gathering around the bird feeder awaiting a tasty if hideously deformed feast.

I have photographed a batch. I may blip them at my peril anon.

Have a good weekend.