Thursday, 29 September 2011
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Low hanging fruit

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Mystical cat guards choice fruit |
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Mrs Lester's mum didn't want to be in the photo so she stayed out of sight behind the door |
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Typed recipe. Check those dates! Looks like we ran out of jam too early in 2007. |
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9lbs of fruit softening on a low light |
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Jars sterilising in the oven |
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Coming to the boil |
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When it comes to weights and measures, I have to describe myself as a metric migrant. One foot in the decimal present, the other in pounds and ounces and the days of yore |
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Sunshine in a jar |
Friday, 23 September 2011
Chanson d'automne
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Autumnal equinox. An exercise in melancholy. I learned this in school. Still one of the only poems I can recite by heart. It was written to be read aloud, slowly. Typecast on my Remington Rand Model 1, the one with accents... and feet. Thanks to Florian for the timely reminder! |
Thursday, 22 September 2011
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