Boy Three was struggling with his snail impersonation. Under his shell he argued loudly that he could still see his knees. “You can’t see real snails’ knees,” he wailed. Posted with Blogsy
129/365 baba ghanoush or aubergine and sesame pâté if you’d rather
Why would you call it an eggplant? There’s nothing the least bit eggy about the squeaky purple thing It’s one of those marvellous veggies that metamorphoses depending what you do with it I got a notion to turn some into baba ghanoush some weeks ago, fancying the smoky silky dip with pitta bread. However, […]
128/365 Run and park and ride, maybe
127/365 Lavender’s in the loo, dilly dilly
Eventually ‘do the garden’ had been on the action list so long it was impossible to ignore.Monday afternoon saw the Boys and I clearing the weeds and rubbish and generally tidying up. Like last year and the year before I have resolved that I’ll do something about the garden this summer. I will. I really will.To […]
