Driving Miss Daisy

My observant (but only when it suits him) teen asked me this morning why I was baking mince pies at breakfast*, so I told him I 'had to go to a volunteer coffee'...cue rasing of the eyebrows in a Sean Connery manner...clearly living in Germany is not impacting on his knowledge of English grammar and enjoyment of irony.

I wanted my blip to be of my chauffeur, but she threatened to make me walk...


* I wasn't actually baking from scratch, they had been frozen before Christmas and saved - just in case you think I was having an attack of the Delia's.