i think she was trying to magic the dried apricot away by repeatedly tapping it with the end of her bread stick. she then got a bit carried away and hit the tray so hard that the breadstick shattered and flew off in all directions. a look of suprise was quickly followed by a pouty face and a howl as she looked at her tray and just saw a big squashed apricot and no bread. i think she REALLY loves breadsticks!
i'll try to get a pic uploaded at some point.
her cold is still bad, we all had an unsettled night so needless to say we are both a bit grumpy and i'm guessing tom probably is too. oh, and she has kindly shared her cold with me so we are both hacking like we smoke 60-a-day now. how pleasant.
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