It’s official: spring is here! As evidence: a daffodil.
To celebrate the advent of SPRING! we had croissants for breakfast. What do you mean, where did we get them? It’s not as if we can pop down the road to our local patisserie; and none of our neighbours are retired French chefs, the bunch of inconsiderate bastards.
Only kidding! We’re very fond of our neighbours. Hi Jeep! Hi Meep! Hi Sherrif and The Bunqueen!
I made the croissants.
We sat out on the deck in our dressing gowns, basking in the SPRING! sunshine and guzzling oven-warm croissants slathered in butter and jam. They were delicious. At least one member of our family thought so.