Eggs, Markets & Ducks

Well Easter has now been and cast it's eggy goodness over us all. The Easter Bunny kindly popped by and left the Buns a few eggs to search for, but none for the Big Buns. Bad Easter Bunny.

After all the fresh air and two big downpours at Woodbridge on Saturday I somehow started to cook a family lunch on sleepy autopilot on Easter Sunday. Then I wandered off and Mr Bun took over. I'm good at wandering off.

Now Woodbridge was great. I was very strong and didn't buy a thing, managed by not wandering round and being tempted by all the goodies for sale. I had a pitch by my lovely friend Emmie and met a few more new stallholders.

Emmie bought the knitted brooch I was wearing from me and my coat was bald for a bit. Then Tracey came by with a gift for me. She had been so inpsired by the 40's brooch I was wearing when I last saw her ( the blue one) that she had made one for me. No more bald coat. So kind of her I really appreciated it. Thanks again Tracey.

Not great pictures of the stall I'm afraid, but I was in a bit of a rush after changing a flat tyre at 7am and then being late. I was also shouting duck to Mr Bun and Alfie Blue who want to keep their air of mystery.

Now we're in the Easter Holidays properly and the sun is shining. Today's our 9th wedding anniversary and we're off out tonight. Fainting here. We never seem to get round to going out, but tonight with our trusty Tesco vouchers we're off for a meal and a drink or two. I also promised to make some of those scrummy easter biscuits that we scoffed in two seconds flat yesterday for grandma to try tonight.

Before I go I thought you might like to see who's moved in. Not that we're encouraging her at all. She brought her own bread.