To Market, To Market

Dear Heart,
Today to Oxford, to wander round the market. We passed Oxford's most famous butcher's stall (or something like that) and encountered an endless circuit of dead turkeys. This was nothing new to Siân, so she got to fully enjoy watching my previously un-spotted mind cloud over with trauma. They still had heads! Nothing, however, could possibly compare with the pig's bum that sprang out at us (metaphorically, thank goodness) from one side of the stall.
My favourite part of the market were the fruit and nut stalls. Nuts always remind me of my Mamma Mia, partly because she is one herself. I remember sitting at the table come Christmas and brandishing her silver nutcracker at a glass bowl full of these particular nuts. I can't remember what they're called, but I'd turn them over and over in my hands for hours. I can still feel them the whispers of them in the creases of my palms.
Love, Lydia x
P.S. I love it here!