A Perfect Storm

Noi has been cooking up a storm of late. Last night it was keema and chapati, with John, Jeanette and Sam in duly appreciative mode - along with myself, of course. I took the opportunity to interrogate Sam regarding a postcard he'd received from a young lady. She'd managed to fit enough onto the card for it to be a candidate for the Guiness Book of Records. Nice handwriting too. Sam stood up well under questioning, but we all reckon that love is in the air. Hope the young lady in question has the good sense to realise what a perfect catch Sam would make - the kind of guy you'd want your daughter to marry if you had a daughter.

23.00

Went into Ashton today, the first time we've done any real shopping as such. Surprised at just how much I found myself thinking of Mum as we re-trod paths taken so often with her. Some jagged shards of memory here.