Nancy Long Robinson

Way back in the mists of time, I knew a lady from America called Nancy Long Robinson. We became pen-pals in the 1980's long before computers came into homes (well, my home anyway). Nancy knitted me this exquisite hankie as a wedding present, and it is only now that I can fully appreciate the effort gone into this. It is so fine - and I mean finer than sewing thread, how on earth anyone could produce something like this is beyond me.

But sadly, due to me being rubbish at writing letters, we lost touch. Does anyone out there know of Nancy? I know it's a big old world, but I would love to know what's happened in her life in the last 20 years. I know a few Americans read this site and I know it's a very, very long shot, but it would be so nice to get back in touch...

Eldest son had a friend round for tea tonight so I thought I ought to do some baking. Why do I keep doing this to myself?

Chocolate chip buns with white choc drizzles, flapjack and chocolate cornflake cakes.

Self-imposed torture. I even own up to eating some of the flapjack - I tried scraping off the chocolate, but it didn't work very well, so I suppose I have now eaten some of the wicked brown stuff. And with only a little more than a week to go now, I've broken my Lent Promise. Damn.

Where's the Dairy Milk? If I'm going to break a promise I might as well do it properly.