I am obsessed with what people eat. I have recently noticed its the first thing I ask when people return from a holiday.
Or from their parents.
Or from lunch.
Zed met a friend for lunch. So, I was curious to know what he ordered.
“A steak sandwich”, he said.
” A SNAKE SANDWICH!” Whirlwind screamed from the kitchen table. Poor little thing. She was horrified.
Almost as horrified as the time I told her that she was born a monkey. And that we found her under a tree in the jungle and the doctor took off her tail to keep as a skipping rope.