Saturday, 12 September 2009

Autumn

Here's a lovely blog to make you feel homesick.
A Life Reclaimed and a good tip for freezing sloes which burst on defrosting, so no need to prick.
Posted by westendmum at 10:57

1 comment:

Liberty London Girl said...

Oooh! She'll be thrilled!vLLGxx

12 September 2009 at 16:15

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