Thursday, 17 June 2010


She looked into her shopping bag whimsically, "Oo! What's in here, it smells so nice!" she rumaged through the bag and then asked to see what was in mine. "What is it? It smells so... fresh... like... olives!" Lee looked at my mother for a moment, then burst out laughing and asked her to turn around. She was standing at an olive bar. Oh mother, what will you do next.

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