"Ricochet", what a gorgeous word; would she even still recall that name we had for him, and them?
Now, more important: biscuits.
The year it became possible to have a sane at last conversation about them: "They don't have any old biscuits because they all lie on their 'food diaries' [for me - that's her, the sis] ....cos they gobble ten times more than they ever admit.."
Sadly though one cannot in the rural sticks, booneys, wayward fringes, speak of the old biscuits that would be fine to chat through....for example "is this really art.. what is art for..?"
