Last we left things (see Lazy Saturday), I was bracing myself for a rather chilly foray into Kingston to run a couple of errands before heading over to A’s for red wine (yes more), a home-cooked dinner and some girly telly.
So I set out just after 4pm (you know, just after our ‘sun’ has gone down and it’s, well…dark), crunching down the sporadically-gritted path to the bus stop, resolutely telling myself that a) it was not as cold as my nose was telling me it was, b) it was ok not to walk all they way into Kingston today because it was cold/it was dark/time didn’t permit and c) that I would feel much better with these errands off the to-do list.
And then I got into Kingston to find…
I didn’t think it could get any better, but it did…
She was making lamingtons when I got there!
And not wanting to be rude, I had three…
I think Christmas may have come a little early (27 days actually) this year!
VW – 5 eh? If I didn't think they would have all gone by now, I'd pop in on the way home from work tonight!!!
Kate – they had proper Australian licorice and little bags of chocolates and jars and jars and jars of pretty lollies everywhere…I'm not into sweets very much but it was quite awesome!
Love the old-fashioned sweet shop. Pear drops? Sour apples? Coconut kisses? Mmmm….. You can get a bit fed up with Sour Patch Kids.
Agree totally – lamingtons make everything that much better. And eating three is the least you could do. Five is still considered polite as well 😉