Can’t stop long.
On my way out the door again, to a meeting.
WHAT A RUN AROUND!
Just for today, I shall be grateful I CAN run around.
When I shot home from work this evening,
fighting fit – (fighting for breath and fit to drop!),
I was sprung like a coil, I can tell you.
Should have left half an hour earlier, but got caught up and then was scrambling to make a supper date with Dave…
Dave had offered to sort out supper this evening,
me being as busty as I am.
Busy ! Not busty !!
Anyway, so the ever loving Dave told me to hurry home,
because we were having baked potatoes,
with butter, hickory smoked bacon
and emmenthaler cheese.
Having eaten nothing but a packet of cheese & onion crisps all day, which I begged off Lisa this afternoon, you can imagine I was pretty excited about the prospect of my very own baked
As I skipped up the path to the back door
look what met me on the floor of the nearly finished porch…
What is it? I hear you ask.
Took me a while to figure it out too.
But that’s ok.
It’s a Mackaydoe moment. (Make Do)
Baked potato with butter and emmenthaler cheese is a luxury too.
Love & Hugs,