Wounded

Lest you think I am the sort of careless housewife who allows things like this to lurk at the foot of her fridge, let me say that I have been nurturing this poorly tomato for a day like today when other blips are hard to come by.

To me it looks like a pair of lips flashing a smile showing teeth of a whiteness much favoured by TV personalities and reminiscent to me of bathroom tiles.

Later this afternoon I am going to the local bookshop to hear Sarah Savoy, Louisiana singer and chef, self styled Queen of White Trash Cajun, singing and telling tales in a publicity promotion for her new book Savoy Kitchen.

The fact that there will be free gumbo and beer has no relevance to my attendance...... no sir!