Well, I should be frantically packing boxes and sorting things out for moving flat.
And I’m in the kitchen, about to tape a box together and fill it with baking trays, pots, crockery, and all that jazz. But I want to bake instead. I’m in the mood for making Tollhouse Cookies. I used to make them as a child – delicious cookies with nuts and chocolate, either chewy or crispy (or both if you were clever) depending how long you cooked them for. Or how hot the rayburn was.
But no, let me at those boxes, and as a reward I will head to the valley tomorrow evening and have a relaxing weekend, ahead of the move on Monday.
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