Thursday, 13th February 2020 - Toast

I was making an omelette for dinner. I am not sure I like the way my upper arm seems to have a motion of its own whilst beating the eggs. Luckily it is encased in a jumper so I can't see the wobble. Oh dear.

It has been a while since I collected and fed Hetty and Bella after school. At eight and six they are delightful, exuberant company. Delightful granddaughters.

I am thrilled with my homemade toast rack. Made by a very charming person. Thank you.

Toast
Pen and Watercolour