The new Ikea catalogue arrived the other day.
So what to do with the old one? Recycle it, of course. Into the paper bin it went, but only after I had torn out some of the more colourful pages to make tiny bunting, with scissors, knitting wool, drinking straws and glue. Blue Peter, eat your heart out. Some of us have never really left nursery.
L's Gentleman Friend celebrates 40 years in Britain, arriving as a young man with only £20 in his pocket, no experience of using a public telephone - especially one that required 4 pennies, and to press Button A - to find that his cousin had failed to meet him at Heathrow.
He went on to make a good life for himself, and today a celebratory Victoria sponge cake was required. Not the prettiest cake, I admit: finesse isn't my strength. But delicious, spread with my homemade red gooseberry jam and a thick layer of whipped double cream.
L added the cute faded Union flags.
And then we had nursery tea.
Here's to another happy and successful 40 years in Britain, Phil!