Sitting in the afternoon sunshine, watching the frogs splodge about in the pond (well, more of a wallow, really), various insect life flying in, out and around the garden. A hot drink in hand. Retrieving two sweet, plain biscuits from my pinny pocket, I wonder if we all have a little Granny Weatherwax lurking in our psychi.
It is coffee in my cup, not tea and no sugar but I think the great TP would forgive me.
