Sunday's are also that time of the week when my refrigerator is veggie devoid, save a few measly odd bits of wilted flora knocking about, when all you really wish for is a garden of assorted greens.
So what does one do?
- well, you haul up your socks and pay your nearest vegetable market a prolonged visit in the early hours of a Sunday morning..and that is exactment what I did, mon ami..for buying fresh vegetables or at least as least genetically modified as possible is one of my favourite things to do..oui Monsieur.
And to say that I was wholeheartedly distracted by a wonderful noodle shop would be an understatement..because I was mesmerized by it, and stood gaping like a goldfish.
Of course I bought more than I should, but then why not? I'll be having 'em all week..I guess.
And boy did I green myself.
And came home, to find my best friend purring outside the door. Waiting to be let in, just so he could sleep.
Such is life..he's been scratching on my wooden floors..the feline fiend, the adorable ass..
He's a sleep contortionist.
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