We have taken a walk to the Abbotsford Convent for a coffee and cake and to look for lights at the potter, Porcelume.
You stay there, kiddies. We won't be long.
"Dad, I'm hungry. See if there's a treat in there for me."
Um, I don't think so Mr Darcy.
"You never know until you look, Dad. And I didn't see much of your bacon at breakfast either, just to let you know."
Ah, well it was only a small serve, you see...
Nice lights, though...
Si the DogBlogger.