Yesterday morning I was surprised with some Laduree macarons from a very lovely and generous friend - you don't expect to be suddenly eating Parisian treats in the north east of England, especially on the way home from the school run! I wasn't able to get home without having one and I offered one to someone who passed by as I was choosing my first victim (he had introduced me and lovely friend so I think it was warranted), then I had two more at home. It was painful trying to stop there and pretend they weren't in the same room as me. But they're all gone now. It was great while it lasted. Merci beaucoup mon cher, Katherine!