A pink stretch limo drives past me in Mount Sion. As these strange vehicles ususally do, it stretches the imagination.
In the Grove, they are remaking the minor paths. The first job is to dig a narrow trench on either side of each of the paths. This is to house pairs of bricks placed side by side to form a shallow gutter. To dig the trench, there is a neat little JCB , and to remove the turf, which the digger has lifted, a tiny tipper truck. The little park seems suddenly to belong to toy town.
In the health food shop, where I am buying porridge, the counter is covered with tins of something called "green barley leaf powder". "And what does that do for you"? I ask. Says the assistant: " Detox. It's got enzymes." I should have guessed. I like the language of health food, though not the food itself. Porridge is enough for me.
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If we were meant to eat grass we would have been given the digestive tract to do so.
What do you put on your porridge? We have wheatgerm and golden syrup on ours.
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