Miranda in her kitchen this morning, pinny and gloves on, saucepan in hand. It's a shame that this picture looses the context of her cooker and the pizza on a plate, but the other frames I'd shot were not quite sharp or expressive!
She kept referring to the pizza as bread, and I kept calling it pizza. She totally ignored me, and the next sentence included the word 'bread' as though I'd not spoken. It was after all about 9 in the morning....
Weather here has been lovely, spring continuing to bloom. The catkins are out, as are the snowdrops.
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