Back to Work

means time for for cake.
Nearly back to work...just visiting...a re familiarisation programme clearly requires cake.
A lovely afternoon of laughter catching up with the Painters. (sneaking in a bit of Origami flower construction) But soo tired soo quickly.
Bed by 10.15...With a naked ankle, sans moominboot. Oooft. I feel like debauched Victorian or is it Edwardian lady flaunting my ankle.