Monday, March 09, 2009

Frogs, the baker and new potatoes.

1. Following up a rumour from Anke we stroll down to a pond on the common to see the frogs doing what frogs do in the spring. One corner of the pond looks as if you could walk across it, the spawn is so thick. The water is dotted with gleaming heads and beady eyes, and we can hear them croaking above the swoosh of the traffic.

2. A smell of baking and some kitchen noises caused by Nick making muffins.

3. Potatoes boiled in their skins.


  1. Some years ago I was in the Kent and Sussex Hospital with a broken ankle. I was in a woard at the back on the ground floor, where some doors were often open to the surrounding land. When Heidi came to visit me, she was surprised to see a notice which read: "Beware of the frogs".


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