At last an afternoon to myself. David was down the church helping out with a bit of poster putting up, so it's was out with the music, on with the pinney, and into the kitchen for a spot of baking. Out of 100 perfect heart shaped biscuits I only managed to burn one batch (not bad for me). Now they are in the freezer ready to be iced on Saturday morning. Hands in the dough can be quite theraputic.
Now it's out with the nail varnish, and a spot of beautifying. Tomorrow I've a bit of poetry reading at a residential home in Beckenham, a chance to practice one or two numbers in readiness for Saturday's performance.