…during which I spent a day in chef’s whites (thrilling!) and learnt how to make arguably, the best chocolate brownies in the known universe; Mr P did not die in a firey ball of metal à la Goose vs gravity despite being over a thousand feet in the air with no engine; and we both escaped The Marauding Cow Mafia of Minchampton while on an ice cream mission.
Right now I have sunburnt shoulders, and a full heart.
sunburnt shoulders and a full heart sound like a perfect combo. the world’s best brownies a close runner up.
am trying not to let this mornings uber crappy commute bring me down…
Sounds like a splendid weekend!
it really, really was
*happy sigh*
Things that are able to fly but really shouldn’t be: bumblebees and Mr P in a plane with no engine. Coincidence, or something more?
xx
that is SUCH a good point.
the whole gliding thing is bizarre – they essentially ping them into the air with a massive catapult.
worringly, he loved it.
I will need a demonstration of these brownies you speak of ;) xx
this can be arranged. totally vegematarian :)
Ooh goody. I have also filled one of your magical marmalade jars with wild garlic pesto. Hurley, site of the wonderful wedding, wild garlic. Ready when you are :) x
I love the photo of the cows? in the road, oh well I guess they had somewhere interesting to go too :) Great weekend!! (visiting from Amanda’s)