The heavens are crying

The end of the visit has arrived. A household of dogs, cats, sheep, chickens and Bubbles the hamster are waiting in Ireland to celebrate a bit of Easter with their carers. And anyway the rain has arrived here.

So off to the airport after lunch and sad farewells but luckily it isn't that long before they will be back. Memmingen airport car park heaving and panic again if we would make the 1 hour deadline. Finally got parked and dashed to the security desks - not a single passenger waiting at the two machines and bored personnel twiddling thumbs.

Thank goodness I haven't flown since the days when one could check in a 20kg large case, take on board a massive briefcase packed full of wines and spirits and go through the security check without stripping off. Back then you would be arrested for indecency if you removed your trouser belt and shoes in public. Amazes me to see 6 y.o. child stripping off without even being directed by her parents, as though it was as natural as brushing teeth.

Relaxed (lazy) afternoon and evening on the sofa and didn't manage a single photo so was glad a WhatsApp image arrived from J of Laura's offering for their Easter Sunday visit to her mother's .

I have to come to Laura's defence as she is busy with Charlotte for every waking hour. This visit we even discovered her drawing talent, something not even J knew about. However I have now had to make the decision that this must stop. Laura will in future be handcuffed to the oven and Charlotte will have to make do with her Uncles appalling attempts at stick men.

I don't think I have eaten a home made cup cake since the 1960's when living in Trinidad and although a British colony, in matters food very much under USA influence.

For the last couple of years I have been bombarded by Bliper Blonde Twinkle and her passion/talent for cup cakes. Now at last it looks like I might be able to compete when Laura next here.

Extra of some of the less tasty of Laura's other talents. Belatatedly I see the cup cakes were on her and Charlotte's minds.

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