postal joy this week petals when mrs i like's new book plopped through the letterbox on just the dark and gloomy sort of lunchtime when sunny daytrip dreaming is just the very thing and cheese on toast at the kitchen table poooofs into a knickerbocker glory at the harbour bar scarborough the soggy leaves of the magnolia go topiary brilliant and i'm lost in the rhubarb triangle...
£6.99's worth of gloriousness
this looks great I shall track down a copy
The Rhubarb Triangle sounds like my kind of place.
i'm not allowed rhubarb. deadly deadly rhubarb. or spinach. it's a cruel world
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