Writing into Life, more
I wake this morning feeling lighter of heart than I have for a long time.
To celebrate, on the way home from my walk with Lydia, I stop off at the shop and buy the ingredients to make cake.
When I bake, I bake big, and I make lots of lemon and vanilla cake, including one for our new next-door neighbour. So far, I haven’t properly introduced myself, although I did give him a friendly wave when I saw him in his car while I was out doing some work in the front yard last week.
Trev’s out so Lydia and I have some quiet time together while the cake is cooling down enough to sandwich layers together with lemon curd and vanilla icing. I can tell it’s going to be exceedingly good cake.
Glad About 