Then back in the car and motored across to Leicestershire to spend the weekend with my younger brother Carl, and his wife Judy.
Above is a snapshot of Carl and Judy in their newly decorated kitchen. We spent a very relaxed weekend, overeating (it is impossible to do otherwise when faced with Judy's catering), lounging about, visiting Judy's mother Olive, who makes (and dispenses generous portions of) a very fine lemon drizzle cake with coffee.
After lunch today, we drove home, and I took the following snapshots through the car window en route.
On the way home we called in at a wayside antique fair and purchased a few items. Then did the same by an antique centre in a barn and repeated the process.
Being called upstairs to grumble eggs. Goodnight all.
5 comments:
Jolly nice weekend Bruv'n'Ann, We're very appreciative of your visits, and the distance you cover to be with us when my mobility is so restricted.
I'm perplexed and flummoxed with the egg grumbling?
Hello Pat. It's one of those daft phrases that have entered our family language. I think it was Nea who, as a small child, would ask for 'grumbled eggs' when she meant 'scrambled eggs', and last night, as Ann had done all the driving from the midlands, I 'grumbled' the eggs for a very light supper.
P.s. I'm sorry to have cause you perplexity and flumoxity.
Regards, Mike.
We were talking about Lavenham a few days ago, we haven't been there for years. About time for another visit, I think.
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