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Well, what do you think of the new look?  Does it work on your computer / laptop / tablet / phone?  Can you read it OK?  Does it make you want to share this blog with all your friends?

Whatever you do, pleeease don't tell me you preferred the old way!  You wouldn't believe how many little things there are to tweak once you decide to make it a little bit different.  And my boys don't nap for that long any more...

Really that background in the title was meant to be yellow.  But for some reason every time I uploaded it, Blogger decided to make it a hideous shade of yellow-green.  Yeuch!  Not on my blog!  So I had to compromise with that tan colour.  Not quite as cheerful, but maybe I can pretend I was going for sophistication instead.

And yes, after all this messing around, I'll get on to writing a proper post as soon as I can.  But if you'll permit me a moment of bragging:  I won a prize!!!  For a cake!!!!


Third prize in the local village bake-off, to be exact, for a chocolate-red wine cake.  I was happy.
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Pete said…
Hi Marvellous Martha,
I'm afraid the script makes the 'rv' in marvellous look too much like a w.
Love Dad
27 June 2014 at 13:54
Martha said…
That's what Graham said! Shame, I liked that font otherwise - but it's now changed.
28 June 2014 at 02:52
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