Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Up the road, afternoon.

I am wobbling somewhat with hunger as I draw near to home, and through her open door comes the aroma of coffee Marcelle is drinking. It is almost unbearably delicious!


Bee said...

Well, I hope that she gave you some! And with a biscuit, too.

Lucy said...

She no doubt would have done had I asked, but Molly was wanting her dinner too, so it wouldn't have been fair to linger!