Date night
Weirdly could find no figs in the supermarket, so Photographer Cari (remember? yay!) is sharing date cake with me instead. And taking my photo again, like the old days. Witness the return to form. On one side of the lens, anyway.
Grey
Blee
(Caption dedicated to Smash Hits readers of the ’80s).
Fig, wine and honey cake
Fug whine and hurry cake
Conclusion:
- A pleasant cake, but was confused for bread more than once, sometimes by people who had a mouthful of it at the time.
I've always found it funny when people write letters to the Guardian's Weekend magazine complaining that the recipe ingredients are too middle class and the fashion only looks good on thin people. After all, it's just a magazine. Or is it? I decided to follow its recipes, fashion and lifestyle advice as closely as possible, to see if the aspirations promoted therein can really be achieved by the average reader who is not especially wealthy, not necessarily model thin and is obliged to work regular office hours. This blog has no affiliation whatsoever with the Guardian but I link to the Weekend magazine website for the purposes of illustration. 
Guardian Girl 
I wonder who thought up ankle skimmer trousers. Somebody very tall, I guess.