Last year's chard is in leaf again though with little enthusiasm.
"I know what I wanted to tell you," says Peter as we pass in the street. "You know a bull in in a china-shop. The French have an elephant."
One chicken. Three meals. We finish with a broth from the stock with small cubes of meat to which leeks and pearl barley are added. Almost cock-a-leekie. I should have garnished it with some chopped prunes to complete the picture.
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You do love adding a bit of verticality to your prose, don't you? The initial L and a - on separate lines - look as though they should be sung not read. One tiny click on Enter and they'd have rejoined their siblings - dull, perhaps, but coherent.
I like the way chance intrudes to say something new and sometimes useful.
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