It was a good one. The Girlie and Boy were home for a couple of days. Food featured a lot (buttery croissants and cherry jam, homemade pizzas, blueberry pancakes and maple syrup, peanut butter cookies, Krispy Kreme doughnuts, a vegetarian blowout at a favourite restaurant). There was a trip into town to buy perfume and a book (shoes, too, but my size was sold out) and to browse sofas and chairs (a living room makeover is on the cards here). We discovered a new farmers (used as an adjective so no apostrophe, right?) market at our local park where there were just a few stalls but hey, it's early days, definitely a step in the right direction and we did manage to buy chocolate (70% with caramelised marmalade for me and eaten far too quickly), duck eggs, cheese and an aquilegia plant. The park itself (which I posted about here) was busy but there was plenty of open space. Boo, who tagged along, disgraced himself with an episode of exceptionally loud barking (seems he was objecting to having to wear his lead) and splodging (local word meaning splashing or wading, often wearing wellies) through a large and very muddy puddle. (For more of our Smoggie dialect see here).