Three beautiful things most days.
1. To pull the bay leaves out of the mince we are having for supper tonight.
2. I am promised a finder's fee for some snippets of news I've discovered.
3. At last we catch the slug that has been leaving silvery trails on the kitchen mat.
1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...
