X was playing with one of the kids next door today. I saw his head bopping up and down in the garden watching someone digging. He looked intrigued...
Very soon after he approached me in the kitchen. 'They're digging up rhubarb next door. How many pieces do you want?' I had to rein in my natural response of 'What the hell would I want rhubarb for?' because:
a) It was Xander asking me. He was excited and trying to be helpful.
b) I didn't want to appear ungrateful to our neighbours as I'd like to stay on good terms with them.
'Erm, five please'. I replied. Xander nodded and scurried off to bring me my booty. Which is fresh but odd smelling and cumbersome (how would I know how big it would be??) It now resides in the guest room and startles the cat whilst I decide what to do with it.
Any suggestions, let me know..
A.
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