Hot cross buns as promised- I almost burnt them whilst getting carried away ranting about something terribly important, but luckily remembered just in time. Yum yum yum,. It's a beautiful crisp sunny autumn day and I got share it and the buns with a beautiful friend over a lovely pot of french earl grey. Happily listening to her little boy call them bums(and his flannel shirt a fanny)!Here also are a group of wee friends for the market- giraffes, or 'orseys' as Escher used to call them. A tower, a gnat, a cloud or a horde of giraffe.
Happy Easter!
Ooh I have fond memories of those delicious buns.
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