Dilly Dilly

Harumph. Work was hot and I was tetchy. The big project reared its head to bite me on the bum one more time. A bit like The Terminator it didn't want to lie down quietly so I had another late night and an early start. But all is well and everyone is very happy.

My wee balcony gets the sun well into the evening and I was able to share its loveliness with my French lavender and a looooonnnnng phone call.

Top cake tonight: Had to pull out of the final match of the season so my cake blip series has whimpered to a feeble and non-existent conclusion. There is nothing for it but to blip - and eat - more cakes for your delectation. And mine, I guess. The season's top cake goes to this one away back in Week One.