We'll get the shocker out of the way first, shall we? You send your son for 6 weeks to South America on an amazingly educational and fun-filled trip, including the Amazon, Venezuela, the flora, the fauna, learning to drive a truck and what does he bring you back?
Why a Hat, of course.
So apart from the fact that it's a great chance to show off Tim's sparkly blue eyes (Note to self: send razor blades to Italy in the morning...), there has to be a story right?
Close to Tim's house, there resides a champion chilli grower. Tim was telling me that he been down there on Saturday but that he had wimped out of the "really hot" ones and bought a few of the second-layer-down-in-the-heat-thing. I still advised rubber gloves, sunglasses and washing the chopping board with lots of bleach and hot water. There was a sheepish pause. It was definitely not an Italian telephone connection pause, but a sheepish one.
"And the knife", he says.
"Oh yes! Definitely clean the knife thoroughly. Through the dishwasher, I'd suggest."
"Well, I know that NOW!" he says
"Last night I did myself some chillies to go with the cheese thingy, I do."
"Oh YES. Wine o'clock nibbly thingy with that white cheese. I LURVE that."
"And then I chopped the carrots for supper."
"Poor Hamish. He got the top of the first carrot that I had sliced with the chilli knife. It blew his the top of his head off and he went a very funny colour."
So now Hamish will be needing that hat for the next few weeks to keep the top on his head on.
And that's it for carrots from here on in!ReplyDelete