Today Lily has graduated from puppy school.
Now let's not get too excited here - this doesn't necessarily mean she is any better behaved.
However, it does mean that I don't have to spend any more Saturday mornings doing my best
Barbara Woodhouse impressions in a freezing cold barn.
So, to celebrate we had a nice long walk home (no mean feat when you own the only dog in the world who doesn't really like walking) and admired the snowdrops on the way.
And then baked a batch of rock cakes - something I've not made since I was at primary school.
I've given up chocolate for Lent you see (and coffee) and was in need of a sweet treat to take my mind off the deprivation. I read about rock cakes on somebody else's blog recently (so sorry, but I can't remember where) and it sent me off down memory lane so I scoured my shelves for a recipe and here's the result - rather nice they are too, a bit like cakey scones.
And, having used up the last egg to make the cakes, I then had an empty egg box, which is just what I needed for my next project -
chitting my seed potatoes.
Quite a productive day really and tomorrow it's my birthday, so I can be completely unproductive without feeling guilty about it.
