The List

Tonight Calum and I will be watching the football together (last minute decision on his part) so we went to buy some food. The theme is tapas for no reason other than I didn't fancy pizza. The problem with tapas is that Calum is 16 and thus not very adventurous with food. We've discussed his belief that all fish are poisonous and his difficulty with spinach even if it is wrapped in filo pastry with feta. Whether he will try any of the more exotic stuff that I've slaved over is yet to be seen - potatoes with a freshly-made tomato sauce might be a leap too far. This shot shows the shopping list and his less than clean fingernails - I'm told that he's had three showers and a bath since I delivered him home yesterday evening yet he still bears the mark of the smokebox discussed yesterday.

We're rooting for Italy tonight; Super Mario, the postman to knock twice. So Sunday will round off with a glass of wine, tapas and some swearing at the telly. Gotta fit don't it?