We sat and drank coffee from a flask before getting on with the serious work of the day. Today we had Jaffa cakes.
Look who came to sort through the woodchip, shortly after robbing the bird feeder.
Sometimes it’s good to stand and stare as a preparation for the day. The poem actually mentions squirrels, something which I’d actually forgotten since the last time I read it.
Then I went to work and started listing medallions. I was still at it when we packed up for the day.
Tonight, I expect, I will dream about medallions…
We can get a box with many mini Jaffa cakes for a pound here and I often do.
Sounds good! I may consider emigrating. The only thing that puts me off is the relentless cheeriness of the average Scot.
Something to dream about: https://www.foodnetwork.ca/recipe/steak-medallions-with-mushroom-sauce/13154/
Looks good. 🙂
I shouldn’t wonder if you dream of medallions!
🙂
Sounds like a good day, but OMG (see down with the kids) I haven’t had a Jaffa Cake for years. 😂
I am a leading light in the retro-biscuit movement. 🙂