Thursday, 26 August 2010
(Warning: not for the squeamish)
There are times when the Lovely Son gives me cause to think "Did I really produce that person? How could he really be mine?"
Such a moment occurred this morning when I got up to find his latest text, sent from Cambodia.
"It's not every day you stuff a mouthful of roughly chopped and fried but still very giant black ants into your mouth to help wash down a crunchy whole quail's head. Much rum afterwards for forgetting. Plus occasional anty burps. Love it here."
Travel broadens the mind and the palate.
I think I may miss breakfast today. Perhaps just a little rum for forgetting....
Posted by rachel at 08:36