The pumpkins have gone insane. They are huge already. By halloween they will be the size of Shetland ponies.
The street is unearthly quiet. Not a squeak from Henry next door since he came back. The invisible wife now has a very smart racing bike. Apart from that, I know nothing.
I feel that we miss something over here, the only pumpkins we see are in the supermarkets as part of the pre-Halloween promotional spree. Some sort of English reluctance to accept fruit or veg that exceed a decent, un-ostentatiously small size maybe.
You need Saint Rusticus! (see Lydian Airs)
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ReplyDeleteI feel that we miss something over here, the only pumpkins we see are in the supermarkets as part of the pre-Halloween promotional spree. Some sort of English reluctance to accept fruit or veg that exceed a decent, un-ostentatiously small size maybe.
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome to the two pumpkins...do you have a crane to lift them? I am rather nervous what size they will be by October, ha, ha.
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