Have been catching up and have just spat my drink out at Lalsy's comment about capes making her look like the dog from Hairy McLary.
Not true, I'm sure, but funny. Just don't choose a tartan cape... I quite like a poncho or cape (anything that makes it feel like you haven't quite got out of bed is a good thing as far as I'm concerned) but rarely see them in shades that might suit as black is too Batman and patterned is too sofa.
Actually, Lasly, I was partly coming on to see how Addle was doing. So very sorry to hear about her dad - will you pass on condolences and tell her I am thinking of her?
I have just had a weekend in lovely, lovely Venice (with all the in-laws, but let's gloss over them - some are delightful and lovely, some make me stiffen up like an over-reacting mad thing). Great weather and lots of walking. A few churches, some modern art, some ancient art and plenty of ice cream. We went to the ghetto too, which was very special and tremendously interesting.
I think I need to make some dinner - dh has gone off to give blood, thought he'd be home ages ago and I have worked my way through most of a bottle of prosecco waiting for him to get back. Catch up further tomorrow, crepesters,