I don’t remember soup.
I’m keen on soup. Our weather generally suits soup. We’ve not had soup for ages. A lot of lettuce and no soup, been far too hot for soup. Lettuce is not good for soup. Cold soup? No, no, no, please don’t. Gazpacho? No. Sounds like a Spanish sneeze. I like to make soup, but have not even been remotely tempted to try one of late. It’s now gone a little cooler and soup might be on the horizon. I’ve been reading a small book by Dylan Thomas, looks to me like he just pulled out random words and then re-ordered … Continue reading I don’t remember soup.
