Good Old Eggs.

So sorry, I've been off enjoying myself despite the terrible weather. On Saturday I drove up to Kent, across country, to stay with my Aristocratic BF. On the way I went through rain, hail, sleet, snow and sunshine. Amazing. It was great to get there, and we soon settled in round the fire. Actually I was listening to the Tottenham match on Radio 5 on the way, and arrived in time to watch the second half on TV. Great goals in the second half, and a good result. (2 - 0 to the Spurs.) Son was at the match and sent a message saying that it was bloody freezing (they had snow there too) and very frustrating until they scored. Oh it is hard supporting Tottenham, patchy is a polite way of describing their form, but we are old die-hard supporters and that's that really.

ABF and I were reminiscing about things past. We have known each other since I was pregnant with Son and her youngest son was 4 years old. That's nearly 29 years. Our (then) husbands were partners in a Video Company in London, and she and I became good friends when we were househunting in Kent. We always say that our friendship outlasted both marriages. She was married (also for the second time) to a charming man who was a nightmare to live with. He was always off somewhere (in a chauffeur-driven Roller) and would turn up unexpectly with 10 friends in tow (having been at the Races or something similar) and demand a perfect dinner - which she would of course produce. Dear old T, he had champagne tastes on no money (the money was all hers), but he was a charmer. Sadly, he died about 10 years ago, and ABF was there to the last, looking after him when his then wife couldn't be bothered to sit with him in hospital. I really think ABF is a saint - she has certainly earned her wings.

Just to round off the weekend, I drove back this afternoon through a veritable blizzard. But I had my food parcel to look forward to when I got back home. ABF always thinks I don't eat properly, and invariably sends me home with lovely treats. Today it was some Manuka Honey, three fat slices of home-cooked ham, two organic fruit yogurts and a bottle of Rose wine. Just so I don't go hungry...

I'm still catching up with my Blog readers, and am adding three more to my Blog list, with more apologies for taking so long. First Rising Rainbow, who visited me back in January to make a comment, and whose life with Arabian horses is completely fascinating to me - she could be speaking a foreign language, but I do try to follow what she says. Then there's Expatmum, who now hails from Chicago and is bravely raising her family and writing most successfully in the USA. Brilliant. She too hates shopping and loves James Taylor, so we have a lot in common. I wish I could give her good news about Per Una! Last up for today is Potty Mummy, who sympathised with me about getting rid of the old - pictures and paperwork, childrens' drawings and all. She seems to have had the same sort of over-indulgent Easter as I've had. Still, when the weather is so awful, what else is there to do? Now where did I hide that chocolate egg?