Sometimes, now and again, every once in a while I like to surprise my children with a treat not made by me.
The prospect of eating something made in a factory by machines rather than in my kitchen by my hands fills them with ecstasy.
Today it is Iced Bums.
I'm always hoping that after the first couple of bites they will say 'It's not as good as yours Mum'.
Sometimes they do say that, but mostly they don't. And that's alright by me. The sun is shining, it's Friday, there's Rosé d'Anjou and beer in the fridge, there'll be lovely homemade things to eat over the weekend and I am certain that Worcester will beat Moseley tomorrow afternoon.
For those of you who commented on my last post saying you used to keep pussy willow pets, here are some pages from an old book of mine called Nature's Toyshop by Margaret Hutchings. The apple well is also from this book.