The loaf proves in the airing cupboard while whippet and I walk. The walk is timed precisely, by a bit of natter route, to enable the anchovy and olive loaf to be slung together and cooked in time for lunch.
Huge red poppies are growing on the side of the railway line, the plants are full of promises to come with many tightly closed buds. When I look around I find a treasure trove of wild flowers.
More confusion with the plantletts that are emerging. Are they parsley? I have a brain wave I will get Mr Tesco to deliver me an indelible pen with my groceries tomorrow. It's not that I haven't written on my lolly stick it's more the biro has washed off.
Bit of that
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