He's been reading over my shoulder for a while. This is B.J. Vorster, former hardman of South African politics. He creeps my parents out when they skype me.
This weekend (I say weekend, I mean yesterday), I ate a lot of strawberries.
A lot. And plenty of cream.
I also did a wee bit of shopping, of which more anon. I don't wish to alarm anyone, but I may have solved the world's skirt problems.
This evening I have also been eating lots! Almost all of it from the garden. The Godmother's vegetables all seem to be ripening at once, and I feel like I'm living on a farm. We've had corn from the garden"
Also broad beans and French beans and probably other kinds of beans I've forgotten about. My favourite way of eating them is straight off the vine, so I can pretend I'm some sort of garden-raiding outlaw. Also they make a wonderful squeaking sound when you eat them raw.
Also diverse other produce. I think she should set up a farm stall!
The potatoes and raspberries are particularly sublime.
Right, I'm going to have to go to bed now, as I have had a long day at work and seem to be coming down with something. Not convenient!