Isn't there something so delightful about a picnic?
Not only is it wonderfully British (so good the French nicked the word for it), it also combines the two joys of eating and being outside in the sun and warmth.
And while tradition dictates that there be at least one wet picnic per year, the vast majority of them are enjoyable affairs.
Especially delicious are the picnics when people bring homemade food.
Like today.
Katie made a lemon drizzle cake (mmm), Victoria made a sponge cake in the shape of (get this) the TARDIS, Katie also brought brownies (delectably chocolatey) and myself and Jen went to Essentialz the free before lunch and bought Tuc biscuits, Philadelphia cheese, Pringles and Party Rings.
And then we ate constantly for almost the whole of lunch break, pausing only to pass our rubbish to the bin lady (while Maheen evilled her, lol).
It was probably incredibly fattening. But there are no lengths we will not go to celebrate Nic's birthday, as has already been proved.. 
