Odi rang mid-morning to say she was coming round to fix us lunch. She and Peter put together what they call a soup and I call a stew- with chicken, chickpeas and tomatoes- and so much rice there's half a pan of it left over. I opened a bottle of Ned Kelly Shiraz. I offered to put chairs in the yard, but Peter (this guy is from Cameroon, remember?) said it was too hot to sit out.
Fabi is 19 months old now. His idea of a good game is taking the bottles out of the spice rack- one by one- and throwing them in the laundry bin.