These two fellows asked if they could collect the beans off the carob tree so of course I said yes because it drops thousands of heavy, black, runner bean-shaped things every year. I thought they would bring a ladder or something but it's just like picking olives. They spread out green netting on the ground, then the younger one climbs up the tree with a curtain rod "Changing Rooms" would be proud of and thwacks the tree until the beans fall out. The older guy sat on the porch and supervised. Three hours later, they pile the bins of beans into their white van, ten minutes later they ring the doorbell and announce that somewhere amongst the aforementioned thousands of bean they have lost the keys to the van...finally found in the dying Papyrus grass.
Having a meal at Alice who used to be Frank this evening. Her friend from England is over for a week. They went shoe shopping this morning. How? It's forty degrees outside....? I know it's going to be paella, I know it.
Hey, any of you out there with a persistent, nagging cough and on blood pressure pills? You're on the wrong kind.
And here's something to think about.