slightly reminiscent of a south-east asian jungle, the tomotoes are in contest with the corn to see who can be the biggest. the corn are ahead by a coupla centimetres (a tad to all you folk using imperial measures). our mouths water as we wait for them to ripen.
meanwhile, citizens sunnie and chère are busy on the egg front, keeping us in quiche, soufflé and omlette heaven.
but all of this is nothing.
nothing in comparison to the progress our little man is making.
he's said his first real word.
none of the gobbledigook we'd first tried translating. oh no. we were in the garden, having lunch, when the pirate slinked past and calix leaned over the side of his chair and said
"ga"
(chat- french for cat)
xxx
mama b
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