crisps 19 April 2008
One of the unexpected bonuses to the Hubby’s absence is that I can eat cheese and onion crisps at home with impunity. I have to boast that Ireland has THE greatest variety, called Tayto. I usually avoid them because they linger with me, a long time, and I truly honk after eating a packet. But when it’s just myself and the cat there’s no one to mind. Of course I am always filled with disgust after a packet though I thoroughly enjoy the eating. And I actually slightly mind the honk…but, hey, I’m dealing with it.
Himself is getting on great in Ukraine and cannot disguise the delight in his voice when he calls to report on his day. And he always speaks a bit of Russian to me which is very hot I can tell you – I think it’s the sexiest language ever. I am trying to learn two words a day but I don’t think I will be taking it all to the grammer stage.
And the Mammy is loving Tenerife, where she is staying for five weeks.
Me? It’s back to that 7th novel in a damp Dublin, after a few days in a damp London. Ah, the glamour. And the crisps.
