Monday, 5 July 2010

P = Pasta Vogole Oil

Hampstead Heath Cafe is the very best place to get Spaghetti Vongole Oil. It's so tasty with not too many clams, although perhaps sometimes too few.

I shall treat myself. I'm back on the High Stress Diet. I need to eat. Someone needs to cook for me!

Not cheap though, it's digging into my electricity money, but never mind, it will put us £2 in credit, see us through until tomorrow (Saturday).

I spotted a table in the Octopus' Garden (my son is getting so irritated with me singing that so I have to try and put a lid on it or I'll put him off beetles forever (heh heh, another story, another time))

Children are playing on it. Oh no! I'm going to take away their play space! Still, there's a big tree with benches around it, possibly better they play in the shade.

So yes, I'm at a cafe, writing. Remind you of anyone? Someone uber talented who spun magic from her imagination. Me, I'm just writing about myself, it's all I know and I can't honestly say I'd win Mastermind if I was my own specialised subject, sitting in the Black Chair.

Ah well.

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