Sultana

Bad Granny says she feels like a sultana on all my cushions. I don't know what Fergus feels like, he hasn't told me.

Due to Mr HPW's insane work commitments this month, I can barely remember what he looks like. Bad Granny has come to lead Alexander astray for a bit.

Since she arrived, mid-afternoon, we've packed a lot of fabric away, hung some curtains, gone in the loft, made a lovely dinner and now we're going to have some of the cake I made.