Monday, August 26, 2013

Love in a mist, hugs and information and sweet corn.

Love-in-a-mist. The fruit.

Spontaneous party irrupts outside The Compasses as we unexpectedly meet friends and their two  grown up daughters. Much hilarity as hugs and information are exchanged all round.

Harvest the first sweet corn for lunch.


Roderick Robinson said...

I needed to check the difference between erupts and irrupts; I applaud your pre-emptive strike in getting it in before I did.

Were the hugs accompanied with social kissing? On several occasions I have tried to raise this subject on both my blogs, emphasising my difficulties with getting it right. No one has responded, let alone offered a solution. I'd urge you to make a post on my behalf but no doubt as one who does get it right you feel it beneath you.

Unknown said...

I would have need to check too. It was just luck that irrupts was what I meant.

Yes. They are great kissers these people. The girls like the father are very tall while the mother is very short, which involves a degree of exercise.

I know how social kissing, hugging and the like has troubled you in the past. Me too. But nowadays I tend to go with the flow as they say.