Missing; One Domestic Goddess
Possibly because I occasionally buy huge quantities of fruit to make jam, or maybe just because I ride a bike and mend my own clothes, the guy in the fruit and veg shop seems to have me boxed as a domestic-goddess/ earth-mother. He is usually waiting for me with tips and ideas for recipes, and he often throws in a freebie of something he's trying to get rid of and thinks I should be able to use lots of.
My child on the other hand lives with me, and therefore possibly has a more realistic picture. We were sitting in idle companionship on the front doorstep watching the world go by as one does on a sunny evening in Argentina, when he turned to me and said dispasionately:
"Mummy, cut the grass".
He was right, it was quite long. So long in fact that the bane-of-my-life grass cutting machine starting smoking half way through and I had to turn it off and finish the worst bits by hand with a pair of sheers. Another couple of years and I'll be teaching Joni to use the stupid thing himself.
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Hmm or perhaps simply because
Hmm or perhaps simply because you actually visit the fruit and veg man and make use of his goods? That in itself would be enough to qualify you over here.
Liking Joni's directness. Not dissimilar to LF's "Mumma, it tidy up time now this is a Big Mess."
You'll know you've really reached goddess status when the grocer starts waiting for your tips rather than the other way around!
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