Runeberg

Well well, Runeberg's day (Finnish national poet) came and went (5.2) and, as always with celebrations that give you an excuse to make something nice to eat, we seized the opportunity and baked some Runeberg's Tarts:

 Who could say no to something with both icing and jam?

 Quack quack!

The greenhouse (space between curtains and window in living room) has started to show some signs of life! How unexpected.

Cress in a hurry.

Alas, the weekend is drawing near. Tonight is there is indian food on the menu. Homebaked naan-bread, homemade raita/tzatziki, home-marinated chicken pieces . . .

Exciting Adventures

Marvel at the size shifting girl, her ethereal bicycle and the surreal midgetchair, Gonzo! *applause*

Just illustrating what life in England is like, as you seriously need more clothes indoors than outdoors, (the exception being the rare days when it's below 0° C)
because out there you're at least moving around a bit.

It does feel a bit silly sometimes. Carrying around all these protective layers, I would probably make a great knight. :B