Syd the punk cactus.....

..... has produced three little flowers. They are tiny but a birth is a birth and I celebrate like someone who’s cat has produced kittens. How something treated with benign neglect can do this I don’t know. (Benign neglect is my mother’s phrase. It was the way she raised me.)
    I’ve generally found food difficult to photograph, but last night I did what might be my best food shot. The dish seemed to be catching the light.  (Fusilli with tuna, red peppers and courgettes in a tomato and basil sauce.)