Free Stuff.

Here is the booty that came thro the door today.....
A child sized guitar. The Princess started guitar lessons yesterday. Today, her cousin dropped this to me, instantly saving The Father one hundred euro, or so. Thanks, BikerBoy.
The neighbour, Billy, struck up a conversation about fresh veg and things, we waxed nostalgic about the wonders of freshness, raw grated beetroot, and Offaly hurling teams of the past.
Ten minutes later, Billy swung in with a stalk of celery, roots still attached, and two beautiful tomatoes, vine-warm and fragrant.
So, the question is- Soup, or Salsa, tonight?