I am obsessed with what people eat. I have recently noticed its the first thing I ask when people return from a holiday.

Or from their parents.

Or from lunch.

Zed met a friend for lunch. So, I was curious to know what he ordered.

“A steak sandwich”, he said. 

 ” A SNAKE SANDWICH!”  Whirlwind screamed from the kitchen table.  Poor little thing. She was horrified.

Almost as horrified as the time I told her that she was born a monkey. And that we found her under a tree in the jungle and the doctor took off her tail to keep as a skipping rope.