...Had this on recent globe-trot to Scar-badous...
Just a small ciabatta sliced lengthways, lightly toasted, buttered, topped with mozzerella, brie, cheddar and black olives. back under grill. served with fresh basil (isnt everything?) and good tomatoes..
.. apart from that life goes on in a more or less orderly (some might say tediously repetitive) fash. Both smaller spawn have now grown longer legs and have crawled out of the Primary Pool and now catch the "school bus" into compulsory homogenisation. There they will no doubt learn to erase any trace of individuality and spark in order to fit into the required box.
Does this now free their time stifled and creatively dry mother to tentatively enter into the real world of thrusting cutting edgeiness and entrepreneurial scatterbombing? Should we ready ourselves for a late but amazing burst of autumnal colour full of ideas, plans, schemes and fiendishly clever yet simple proposals for reinventing her life as we know it?
Well, I believe we all know the answer to that one n'est pas?
Oh I have just seen a nice flat rock I think I could get under.....
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