Don't you just love it when friends choose you the absolute perfect treat. My chum had a grown up weekend in London and returned with Laduree macaroons for little me. I've lusted after them from afar, but never tasted one. Until now.
I am totally hooked. They were (note the past tense there) sublime.
So today makes up for a horrible day yesterday, when a man driving a great big Range Rover crashed into the side of my car and then zoomed away without stopping. I kid you not. Tosser. I keep thinking of my £125 excess bill - that would have bought me a whole lot of macaroons wouldn't it? Although I can't be too rude about him, because Johnny will shop me.
Hubby: 'What happened at pre-school today Johnny?'
Johnny (3): ' A bloo-dee man crashed into Mama's car'