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Blackberries (and maybe maggots)   2 comments

I am in the countryside far away from London, just about as far as you can get before you drop off the edge and into the Atlantic Ocean. Where the underlying sound is silence. I find myself stopping at odd moments just to listen.

Yesterday I had fruit salad in the late evening while watching the sun set through biblical clouds and roll behind green hills.  I walked to the edge of the garden and picked wild ripe, black, shiny blackberries and added them to my fruit salad. They were delicious, tart and sweet at the same time. I did not wash them. I don’t think there were any maggots. If there were, I did not notice. But hey, they are just protein. Yum!


In vino veritas   Leave a comment

I love wine.

I am an old person but it still makes my head fuzzy,  brings a woozy smile to my face, makes me talk crap and sometimes tell people what I really think. I am a terrible drinker – which is good because it is cheap for me to get drunk. The only problem is that once I’ve had two glasses of wine, all I want to do is go to sleep. Which is embarrassing in social situations. It is not good for my social life or for my reputation. But at this stage of life, my reputation is not something I am too concerned about.

I am a bit drunk toninght and as I type and I am making loads of typing mistakes and trying to focus and correct them. I hope the spellcheck catches them all. Otherwise tomorrow I will cringe and swear off wine forever.

Wine. One of the great things in life!

Over to Henry Aldrich in Five Reasons for Drinking:

“If all be true that I do think, There are five reasons we should drink: Good wine a friend or being dry Or lest we should be by and by Or any other reason why.”

Midnight feast   Leave a comment


Ravioli with sauce and cheese after midnight. How decadent and yum!

Tastes different ( better) after midnight. Added bonus of mad cheese dreams tonight.




Posted May 2, 2012 by mshambainlondon in Food, Uncategorized

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Little old lady   Leave a comment

A little old lady came into the cafe. She left her plastic bag at a table next to me. I agreed to watch it while she got some coffee.

When she came back she said, ‘You will have sweet with me.’ I said that I had just finished lunch and was full, but thanks. She began to rummage in her bag. I got up to leave. She looked up and said, ‘You cannot go, I have sweet.’ I hesitated. She continued to rummage.

She produced half a packet of own-brand rich tea biscuits and a tissue. She laid the tissue ceremoniously on the table and poured the rich tea biscuits onto it. She looked at me. I took a biscuit politely and thanked her and said that I had to go now. I raised the biscuit to my mouth to take a bite. She said, ‘Stop!’ Everyone sitting nearby was enjoying the drama. I stopped. She indicated that I should put the biscuit back on the napkin. She held out the biscuit wrapping to me, shaking it and saying I should put all the rich tea back into the wrapping. I did as I was bid. Then she handed me the half-packet of rich tea to take away. I put them in my raincoat pocket. It was a lovely moment.

I had a really long afternoon and evening at work. I finished at 11.00. I was tired and starving. I put my hand in my pocket and found the biscuits. I ate them. Thank you little old lady!


Posted April 25, 2012 by mshambainlondon in Curious incidents, Food, Uncategorized

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