Walking up the High Street this morning I was thankful for it's lovely Easter bustle-y-ness. People everywhere had flowers. cake boxes and were looking happy and smiley, as if they had lots of lovely things planned with friends or loved ones over the long weekend.
An elderly lady was out sweeping her front step and she was holding a red dustpan. She had just stopped to look up to the sun and warm her face for a second or 2. Our eyes met and although we were strangers, we smiled and said "Morning" at the same moment.
I made mayonnaise. It is uncious and wobbly looking and reminds me of french holidays when I was a girl.