From Pasta to Pigfoot
“After a heavy lunch, Amma had disappeared to her room leaving Faye to stretch out undisturbed on the chintz covered wicker lounger. Undisturbed, that is, except for a persistently friendly fly. Finally convinced that a conspiracy had been hatched by the animal and insect kingdoms to deprive her of sleep, Faye sat up in exasperation, ready for battle. Reaching for her magazine, she rolled it into a tight wad and swiped ferociously at the hapless fly as it came back to visit.
‘Damn!’ She cursed as the fly shot away in panic, finally accepting that it was not on friendly terrain. Unrolling the magazine, she lay back on the lounger and skimmed carelessly through the pages. Tips on how to keep your skin supple in winter and where to shop for the best bargains in boots held little attraction on a warm afternoon in the tropics. Lounging in only a pair of cotton shorts and a thin strappy top, she tried and failed to imagine the cold weather she had left behind.
It’s hard to believe I’ve only ...been here for five days, she mused.MoreLess
‘Damn!’ She cursed as the fly shot away in panic, finally accepting that it was not on friendly terrain. Unrolling the magazine, she lay back on the lounger and skimmed carelessly through the pages. Tips on how to keep your skin supple in winter and where to shop for the best bargains in boots held little attraction on a warm afternoon in the tropics. Lounging in only a pair of cotton shorts and a thin strappy top, she tried and failed to imagine the cold weather she had left behind.
It’s hard to believe I’ve only ...been here for five days, she mused.MoreLess
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