Sunday, May 27, 2012

Butcher's, produce and night duty.

1. To go into the butcher's on a Saturday and listen to all the men spending big bucks on big meat.

2. To pick a few salad leaves and herbs from the garden.

3. I am glad I volunteered to take out the bins, because there is a white sickle moon shining above the buildings at the end of the street.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...