Cakes and cuppas

The road to Hell is paved with intention says the proverb........

So I was going to emulsion D3's bedroom into a neutral, in current fashion, rather bland colour but I got too many invitations out so H1 has done the job instead of just doing the gloss (do not tell my father but H1 always glosses & I always avoid the gloss as I am useless at it-drips run up the brush & my hand.)

Instead of a decorating twirl I have had a social whirl.

Ly picked me up & we walked Seaton Sluice beach- port to the De Laval family of (Van Brugh's design) Seaton Delaval Hall.

C invited me the next day.... while M knew I was coming so she baked a cake (& sang the song!)- wow! A Victoria Sandwich cake as light as a feather. Apple & mint tea with M at long last. The Ladies visited the Border Minstrel and followed that with a visit to 'Tenth Avenue Cakes' at Seaton Delaval roundabout. Cupcake heaven- and designs of cakes for every occasion- a 5 foot high Harry Potter cake takes the biscuit! I shall be like a house-end shortly.

I have finished reading 'The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake' by Aimee Bender- what a dysfunctional family and though interesting, not necessarily my cup of tea- even if it is about an autistic boy.....
I am Bookcrossing it- to travel wild- where shall I leave it to be found?

Oh my goodness! A transAtlantic phonecall from an old friend- we golden oldies just pick up where we left off! Years just disappear & we natter as we always did.

Now I am halfway through Kathryn Stockett's 'The Help'- I taught about Rosa Parkes as well as singing & dancing my way through the Civil Rights movement of the 6os - unputdownable- I have made a mistake picking it up- I have got to go settle myself with a cup of tea and my book!