d remains lurgied, but ventured outdoors at lunchtime. As it happened, there was a Continental market in town, so she came back with a gift for me - an assortment of fruit and nuts, a la Graze boxes and Cranberry!
So - yay!
She poured out a small bowlful and handed it to me. I looked down, a little sadly.
"That's what's classed as a responsible portion," she explained. "But I'm not gonna treat you like a six-year-old," she added, handing me the bigger jarful as well. "You're a grown-up, just, y'know, enjoy responsibly. Think of it as the Disappearing equivalent of alcohol."
By now, I would say I'm by no means drunk. In fact, I'm not even properly tipsy. I may be one over the eight, and hail fellow, well nut...
But am now putting the jar aside, at least for tonight. I've got choir in an hour, and it simply wouldn't do to be caught singing under the influence of nut-mix!
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