One and all, this week has been crackers. Brilliantly crackers. I’ve arisen in the early hours and hit the hay in the very late ones, all in the name of a slight wild card of a course I’ve decided to do. I’m not finitoed yet; there’s oodles of practise and revision to be had but it has proved as fulfilling as I had hoped (albeit far more intensive) so far. A good thing, given that I raided the piggy bank and booked it on a slight last-minute whim.

In other news, back in February (ummm, just how quickly are the months whizzing past?) Daisy and I had coffee, homemade cake (beyond tastilicious) and a natter with the lovely ladies at The Little Shed in Goldalming. Laurie and Linda have recently relocated their little shoppy to a quiet courtyard nook just off the high street and it is as cute as a Farrow & Ball button.

There’s a whole host of sumptuous stuff to be had so do pop by if you’re in the area. For those flung farther, here’s a wee snippet:


I said it was sumptuous.