Elevenses

The morning began with a cacophony of coughing. Thursday is home help day. Sylvie arrived with a cold, while I had my usual morning asthmatic fit of coughing - takes a while for the steroids to kick in. Between us, we drove the cats into hiding.

We usually have coffee (the real stuff, none of your instant nonsense) and a pain au chocolat for elevenses, but I bought a couple of frozen danish pastries at the farm shop yesterday. The cooking instructions said 15 minutes at 190, but I think they could have done with a bit longer, or hotter. Will do better next time.