This is what the dreams of a six year old girl looked like in 1980. Some things never change.

Rainy friday afternoon. Time for tea time treats. Lovely. Happy weekend …

Yes please. Whenever. But soon…

Now that is what I call a beautiful birthday present. Thankyou Mr.P …

What nice new tyres you have Mrs.P.
Yes, all the better for pedalling faster…. 

Beautiful handmade cycle wear. Natural fibres. British made. What’s not to love?

” … I cycled all the way from camberwell to elephant today on the tail of a chap riding one of these. One of the nicest bikes I’ve ever seen. It even has a pink stripe down the middle of the saddle…”

Little message from Mr.P which I thought I would share … 

The price of dreams. Paid for. In cash.

I would love to have some chickens in the garden. Peck peck squawk. These hen houses look great, and apparently very simple. Can it really be this easy?