Margaret was meant to share her birthday with her Nana, but a certain stubbornness prevented that (which means that she also doesn’t have to go through life with me making groundhog jokes, so there is that benefit to it).
And it meant that I didn’t have to make two cakes on one day, so that’s good.
Anyway, I made tea for my mother’s birthday, and Margaret joined in, since finger sandwiches without crusts are more or less right up her alley.
As, indeed, they were, though she took a moment to inspect them.
And then noticed that some of us over at the table were having scones and jam and clotted cream, and nice as the finger sandwiches were, she could be trying some of that too, couldn’t she?
Her looks are frequently quite eloquent.
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