Do extras in films really mutter rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb when they’re pretending to have a conversation? Whether they do or not, meals here are a bit rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb. I like to have a clump of rhubarb in the garden that, with little effort on my part, reliably pops up every year. First the tiniestContinue reading “rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb”
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birthdays
As a child I always knew my age down to the month. Birthdays were a longed for day, even if we didn’t have big celebrations, because there was often something we could do when we reached the magic age. I was told I could grow my hair long when I reached ten (though ofContinue reading “birthdays”
LIFE IN MUD SPATTERED BOOTS 