You talkin to me?
Nah, course not.
A handful of sweetness from someone else's garden. An old marmalade pot from the cupboard under the stairs. Textures from les brumes and a hint of Florabella action.
A bit of sweet, inconsequential frothiness. At the end of a week in which frothiness, inconsequential or otherwise, has been much wanted. But sadly lacking.
That would have been in my tags. But the new layout buggers them up. Ah well.