It was my friend Emma's birthday last week and, on Friday, I went back down to Bristol for a weekend of fun with her and all the other Bristol chums i miss so much. Friday was a lovely evening of Doom Bar in the Cadbury, followed by delicious homemade sweet potato cakes with cucumber and ginger salad (yummy Ottolenghi recipes!), homemade red wine and strange chocolates that reminded us of Every Flavour Beans. Tasting them was a risky business, but the good ones were so good that it was worth biting into something weird and bubblegummy that dribbled sticky goo down our fingers, just in case it was a praline. Then on Saturday, after a hearty breakfast of scrumpled (as they say in Poland) egg on toast and lashings of tea, we wandered up to the wonderful Jamaica Street Artists' exhibition at the RWA, where we played with our friend's two year old daughter, Eve, in the children's book section, ate chocolate biscuits when no-one was looking and helped Eve rearrange all the books and cushions. After an hour or two in Woodes cafe we all wandered home to get ready for our Big Night Out, which was full of happy reunions and getting stuck talking to strange folk in The Bell, before going back to our friends' house where we were told off by their neighbour for making too much noise.
So it was marvelous, and I'm still tired. But here's the card I made for Emma. He's a bit scary, but he's mostly cute, so all together now, awwwwwwwwwwww!