Olives

I used to hate olives, and remember once painstakingly picking out bits of chopped olive from a meal that someone had cooked for me, and 'expertly' hiding them (or so I thought....) Almost twenty years down the line, I quite like them. GravyC brought some home as a 'precursor' to our 'heartwarming' soup, which we felt we needed this evening. The usual stressful Wednesday, although Noo went to bed like a little angel. It makes so much difference!