Saturday, 21 August 2010
These were the opening words of the Lovely Son's text that arrived a few minutes ago. At first, I thought it was a place name, and tried to find it on a map, then found that it meant "Hello" in Vietnamese. We should have tried harder with that Vietnamese for Beginners CD....
He went on: "Saigon a madhouse, people lovely" and as predicted, finds the food very much to his taste. He will ring tomorrow, he says, before visiting Cambodia, via the mighty Mekong River.
He is a very long way away, and to a mother's heart, it feels it. If you see what I mean.
On the home front, yesterday's viewers were time wasters, nice though they were. Today's were, I suspect, student landlords, cold-bloodedly eyeing up my house in terms of room size and potential for another bathroom, with no interest in anything else. Dispiriting.
Feeling melancholy, I wandered down to the allotment, and picked some peas. Then I cooked them lightly, and ate them, on their own, with a little butter. The dog helped; like many Yorkshire terriers, she loves peas.
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