Thankfully, we discovered the joy of old toys this week. A simple train-set, put away in the shed to make way for shiny new toys has brought hours of delight (some shared even).
And then there's Mrs Goggins...
I want to live in a village with a real life Mrs Goggins. She'd teach me to crochet, chastise me for indulging in internet shopping (och, it's all these parcels yer getting - it's too much for Pat to cope with on his wee push bike) and I'd bake her cakes like this one:
I think I need a Mrs Goggins in my life. If only to save me from eating all the cake...
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