Yep, a whacking great bunch or rhubarb (I don't think she was trying to make a comment about the normal level of conversation at Millbrooker Towers) and a bag of curly kale.
Now, in my 'umble (what?) opinion, the Millbrook way is superior by far to the what the rest of humanity might think of as "normal". We feed Shazzerooneypoos and Dong on yummy things; they provide a little something to restock our larder. And judging by the last lot of rhubarb supplied by the Little Green Fingered Lewis, we're in for a very delicious crumble very soon.
I'm pleased to say that my home made blue cheese pate went down well. Dong & Shazzerooneypoos took some home with them; I made enough to fuel a regiment of Ghurkas during a march over the high Himalaya. The roast venison was devoured in its entirety and pudding of hand prepped pink grapefruit parfait disappeared remarkably quickly.
This is something of a Dong & Shazzerooneypoos filled weekend. We bumped into them on Friday at the D&C and drank too much. Last night they came around as logged above and we drank too much. This afternoon (in about an hour as I write) I'll be heading to Dong's pad for our long awaited chess challenge in which I expect to be roundly beaten but not to drink too much, unless it's too much coffee. This evening is the weekly film club gathering, guess who are coming around? And guess what, I expect we might drink too much. Frankenkeith is likely to be here for that as well (the film is "El Violin", Frankenkeith, if you want to look it up before the viewing). And Monday is Auntie Shazzer's birthday; so we're meeting up again. You'll have cottoned on to the theme about drinking by now so I won't suggest that we might drink too much.