Just a quick post this morning, because I am supposed to be packing for our long weekend away. We fly this evening, and when we wake up in the morning we will be here:
We’ll be staying where the curtains are made of pasta. This photograph was taken on our last visit, when we fed another guest so much pasta with braised lamb and peas, followed by eggs the next morning, followed by these pizzas…
…that she went into labour and her baby was born the next morning. There will be NONE OF THAT this weekend. Except the overeating part, obviously.