Mar 07 2008
I don’t have as mature a palate as I hoped
Helen cooked liver for tea this evening and, ulp, I didn’t like it. I feel quite ashamed. It was a bit embarrassing because we’d invited my mother for tea as well. Oh well.
The two of them have gone out to watch a Hunting and Gathering — Helen got the book from her at Christmas. Tis a French film (and a French book). I’m trying to catch up on some code that I’ve been writing in dribs and drabs for the last week. It’s moving slowly.
I can hear the grindstone calling.