Salad Days

Rushing like mad today - worked in the garden all day, then out in the evening to a pot luck, ping pong and pictonary evening. This was my offering - all fresh from the garden. 14 of us squeezed into Annabel's kitchen - quite a cosmopolitan gathering - French, German, American, Dutch, Irish and English. I hadn't played ping pong for about 40 years but it brought out the killer instinct, especially after a glass or two of Cava!