Gave the market a miss as when Michel phoned that he wasn't well and not going after all. I was still in bed and couldn't motivate myself to leap out and rush to get the bus. Went over to see in him after lunch and hear about his trip to Mexico. Another quiet night at home, ruthlessly weeding out old cookery magazines. Well, the realisation comes even to the most optimistic of us that the recipes will never find their way to the table .
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14° Sun
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