Expression of life, photographer unknown.
“Do you mind?” Well, yes, actually, I do… choking on a filched Brazil nut from his breakfast is not the most enjoyable of experiences, even if it does serve me right. I splutter an incoherent reply between coughs. “You can stop this dying malarkey right now.”
I hate to disillusion him. “Well, not exactly, I can’t…”
“Why not?” You could see he just knew he’d made a mistake with that question.
“Because we are all doing it, all the time, bit by bit…” He rolled his eyes in that ‘I can feel a blog post coming on’ way that has become part of the unspoken vocabulary around here. We’ve had the conversation before, of course, of how, permission being granted or not to go permanently AWOL from his kitchen, one of these days I won’t be turning up for work. He put his foot down…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 