When we spent our first weekend at the new house, we wanted to meet our new neighbours. I am very excited about having neighbours, having lived in a little lodge that’s a bit out on its own. So I wrote them a note suggesting they should pop in and baked a batch of oat and raisin cookies:
I was a bit disheartened when nobody came at first, but later that evening, nearly everybody was out in their gardens enjoying their decks (see my garden pinspiration for more whimsical dreaming about our plans) and we got to meet them all. They were all lovely and it’s made me even more excited and even less inclined to want to do this as a speedy project to sell on, much to Dave’s amusement.
On the Sunday, next-door-but-one, who had been away the previous day. knocked on the door and look what they had made for us:
And they were super lovely, just like their cakes!