Hot Hat Jazz

Mr B's parents came over for lunch - so a manic morning trying to rid the house of plaster dust, and a lovely relaxed afternoon in the garden in the (gulp) sunshine (two days in a row seems greedy). We even told them about going to France, though I think we sugar-coated it so much that they might not really realise what we've told them.

The end of life.turns is creeping up, so I thought I'd try and add a few. I have a sort of idea, egged on by Mr B, to do something that will either work and look pretty cool, or just look very odd. Time will tell.

After yesterday's epic, I thought I'd let you off so much reading today.