Not before time, perhaps. She’s taken to wearing a necklace of sprouts and garlic around the office, which is getting hard to live with. Though not as hard as the pet orange my daughter went round with for longer than I care to think about. She called it Bradley and didn’t worry about the way his colour and texture gradually deteriorated. I suppose that bodes well for my own old age.
And they say I can’t do frivolous blog articles…
Small Blue-Green World