I am listening to an excellent band in French right now on the radio. I missed their name. It is almost 4pm and I am making spinach, onion and feta quiche with a bit of garlic, salt and pepper. The rice is made and I will make green peas later at 5 when we eat. We have to buy carottes. I may finish the old rotten carottes left in the fridge and grate and steam them. We eat very well and BJG’s appetite for meals is finally back. He was barely eating at meal time before he went to NZ .
The Poetry Dervish