Friday, 6 April 2012

Easter chicks

Photo from here

My very short hair is now full of ever increasing bald patches.  The other-half, bless his cotton socks, informed me this morning that waking up next to me is like waking up next to an eagle chick.  I wasn't impressed.  However, on finding a photo (above) the undeniable truth is that eagle chicks are considerably cuter.

For the first time in ages I walked into town and back today and also strolled around the Farmers' Market.  It does feel a bit like I ran a marathon, but I am buoyed up by the knowledge that I have returned with close to my own body weight in bread pudding.  Food of the gods.


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