As I prepare raw carrots for a salad earlier , D asks me what I plan to have with my salad , bearing in mind it is almost lunchtime . Oh , nothing much , I say , probably just a sheet of paper .
Even as I say it , I hear the words coming out of my mouth and know they are the wrong words . But it takes me a minute or two to tell him my plan , a slice of toast .
Saturday, 18 August 2007
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