Now looking at the picture above of prettily and cleverly
manicured nails, one wouldn’t suspect chain of events, which that set off.
Running an errand for my housemate this morning, I spoke
with the lady-of-the-painted-nails – and regretted not having my camera with me
to take a picture of the very decorative effect.
Promised though that I would return.
At home, decided that as I also wanted to take the hall
porter in the building that my younger son lives in something besides just the
usual wine, and thinking about a remark from one of the son-in-laws of another
good friend that he was missing chocolate chip cookies, I took it into my head
to quickly bake a batch (I love baking, but obviously for one person alone I
need an outlet for some of it or I would quickly look like my house – and perhaps
no longer be able to get into said house either!).
So an hour or so later I had boxed up a few for the
possessor of the nails; another tin for the hall porter with the remainder for
my friend and I am totally side tracked from the errands of the day.
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