This snap, of the aftermath of breakfast this morning, being part of the drive to promote activity on BH's shiny new Samsung telephone. Next lesson: her sending me a snap.
Kitchen table, a near replica of the one we inherited from my parents, from a charity shop. Green crockery, from the Wood's Beryl Ware range, possibly once the property of a mental hospital, from a charity shop or jumble sale. Stainless steel from Heal's, then of Tottenham Court Road. German. Wood handled knife, which I use for opening oranges, from a kitchen shop in Marylebone High Street, possibly Conran's. Certainly French and intended for the opening of oysters, a food I don't like the look of and have never tried. Fruit from Sainsbury's, Kiln Lane.
A mixed batch of oranges, mostly pretty good, but all different. This one had very thick peel which was easy to get off. One might have thought that a string of oranges would all come out of the same tub, but no. Either Sainsbury's just tip all their oranges into the one tub and bag them up without distinction of country of origin, of variety or anything else - or they think that we like variety in these matters. Which has the dubious advantage, as far as I am concerned, of making it unlikely that they will all be duds.
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