beer cucumbers pregnant

 Reflections in a glass of beer.  Memory of the first beer of our holiday now receding into the past.

Among the vegetables which I have not grown before or at least recently, are thick, prickly, ridge- cucumbers. They have been prolific this year and I have  been dispersing them to all and sundry. They are full of flavour and juice, nothing like greenhouse grown supermarket cucumbers.

At a table outside The Tunbridge Wells Bar and Grill, a young woman, who moves a chair to another table responds to an older woman's admonition "you mustn't carry anything," "I'm pregnant. I'm not ill."