Snow Balls

Cup of tea and gossip with the 86 years young neighbours this afternoon. Their son visited with Easter presents on Sunday. Mrs D, who doesn't eat much chocolate, received walnut whips. Mr D was pleased to see what he thought were Snowballs, he was gutted to find what he'd really got was fat balls for the garden bird feeder! He's so disappointed I think I'm going to have to buy him a pack of Snowballs, and maybe one for us too.

Miss H's new cactus, she's also just got a Venus fly trap, let's hope they thrive on neglect.