Two bottles or so, some fizz and, for some (almost certainly) perfectly logical reason, we are trying to capture our reflections in the 'Boyd' bowl! I am banned from showing the really really squashy face ones. It seemed a perfectly natural (if rather worrying) progression to move onto French plaits. Rose could do them perfectly, I am a ruthlessly neat and tidy credit her skill, but neither Jane or I could cope despite the very despotic teach-in on YouTube.............
as you can see below.......
