Posts Tagged ‘humour’
Henry crisp and golden
I do know that Henry had lived a full and very active life, however brief. He had the run of a sizeable garden, and seemed ever to be foraging for yet more morsels with which to fatten himself up for our table. With hindsight, this was rather thoughtful of him, as he turned out to be succulent and perfectly tender, his skin crisp and golden.
Calamari, Greta Garbo and the Weather Gods
By 4pm the sea was rushing at us as if fleeing the beasts of Hell. The wind was a fearsome force, supported by lashing rain. I conceded defeat while the Weather Gods smiled a cruel smile of triumph and threw yet more opprobrium down on our sodden beach.