yummy

Having a cake in the fridge means eating it in the morning. Yesterday evening I had just began to think, that I forgot to buy cookies for Saturday morning coffee. I really like my cookies on a Saturday morning, and Sunday of course too. The doorbell rang and our neighbour and friend stood there with a cake she'd baked for us. What a friend, I tell you, when she reads my mind about my morning coffees. The cake was very much enjoyed this morning.
Now we're going for a walk and to see a wee dog jump with joy, when he sees us. Happy Saturday and a free weekend!