A splendid day at The Buns. The sun shone, a breeze cooled, flowers bloomed.
But something was amiss in the Land of Lemon Drizzle. Was there an inkling of strain in the sultry air? What could the problem possibly be? I think I have been forgiven for relegating their lavender from No. 1 in the hit parade to equal status with the French example. However, I’m not so sure that Mrs B has forgiven me for telling everyone about her rejection of my geum pressie, and by association of me and my undying love and loyalty, as documented in a recent Six on Saturday.
Perhaps I should stop mentioning it, that might help. One more time wouldn’t hurt.