Hyacinths From Clare.

I’ve got this friend. She’s called Clare and I adore her because she’s funny and eccentric and stylish and a teeny bit loopy and she gets me and all my funny ideas like nobody else does, mostly because all the scrumptious things I have to work at, come, oh so naturally, to her…

Today Finley has got a severe case of conjuctivitis, leaving me housebound and a little bit demented with a child lying on the floor shouting "ow" at the top of his voice. By dinnertime I was going doo-lally, and suddenly there was Clare, with a basket full of homemade salad, cheeses, freshly squeezed orange juice and bread, and a gorgeous bunch of hyacinths, now scenting my kitchen with their gorgeous fragrance. Not only did she bring dinner, she also served it, made us both a cup of tea and listened to me waffle on, while Finley’s eyes oozed more green gunk than you would have ever thought possible…

So this is my Thank You, Clare- nothing cheers me up like flowers do.