Pungent

Not sure if this is indeed wild garlic, but the roadside was ponking when I got out the car. Or maybe it was a visiting cat.

I like going out very much but when you want to stay in, there is no better feeling than kicking your shoes off, pouring some wine and eating a big bowl of pasta, then settling down with a nobbly ice cream.

Last night for all those electioneers on the long, long campaign. What a relief for them.

And us.




Chanced upon this - talk about being transported back to your youth.