afternoon delight

Last night I went to bed and there was nobody home. This morning I woke and left really early. Then around lunchtime I return again to a flat where again there was nobody home, except the giraffe, the three flamingos, and the plants. So I turned on the radio for company, as you do. 

Then what should I find but this wonderful note and some freshly picked strawberries! Invisible flatmate #2 had been up North and spent the day on strawberry farm, eating her way through the afternoon and bringing home a box full. Well, when somebody is so kind as to share, the least I can do is to share in return. Yes, I baked. Google-ing strawberry recipes, I was on the search for something other than a victoria sponge or eton mess. One blog had a recipe for fruity oatmeal cookies, so, with a lot of butter at the ready, that is what I made.

hello hello hello

Life can be a funny thing, taking memories away and replacing them with new ones. It makes continuing durable, I suppose. Otherwise we would feel frightfully sad and empty, only ever looking backwards with nostalgia to days gone by. I'm glad it's the way it is though, because it means I can take my old friends and find myself falling in love with them anew, over and over again.