Nails

My son brought the girls over for a visit this morning. The eight year old was wearing stick on nails. (This reminds me of the time our daughter wrote a Christmas letter to Santa asking for "fol snails"). Fake nails have a habit of pinging off but they were all found by the time they left. 

After such a beautiful day yesterday today is grey, cold and wet. Luckily for me I'm going to an afternoon tea party - a farewell to a neighbour who is part of my monthly social group. She will be much missed by us all though she isn't moving far. We'll still see her I'm sure. It'll be a carb heavy afternoon for me and I won't have to eat again tonight.