A cheesecake named Hate
A pleasant morning, getting out of bed late and popping around the corner to score some Chewy Brown, which is now put aside for me on Saturday mornings. A small queue outside the shop. A woman said to me, 'a Guernsey jumper, that dates you'. To which I replied sniffily citing why my Guernsey jumper wasn't just a style choice. Another woman in the queue perked up and said that her parents had moved to Guernsey, St Martin's of course, and her brother lived there too, and she had been there for a couple of years. Made me miss the place even more. Home and Dawn came by this morning, for some coffee and a bit of brownie that I had bought with the bread. Because it is my birthday on Monday, she gave me a book too, Cast by Isabel Wilkerson, which seems fascinating. Lorraine showing Dawn how to present things on zoom, as Dawn is chairing meetings about green initiatives. She told us about a date she had been on recently, when the man spoke for hours with only once asking her...