ok, maybe biscuits aren't really my thing, right now, but i can at least make myself a toasted sarnie for dinner.
just over a year ago my beautiful friend ralfi moved back to his native berlin, to look after his dad who was poorly. he left me with a parting gift of two gigantic tins of baked beans. tonight, too tired for anything else, i opened the last one and made toasted sandwiches and a really strong cup of tea.
news is that dad's on the mend and ralf's contemplating moving back to australia.