Found an old boyfriend yesterday, Phil, and wrote to Gail to tell her - I said I wasn't sure I should have contacted him and she said figure out why - well, I suppose he was always a grown up fully reciprocating relationship and I tend to head for the hills when those come along. And I did with Phil - went home to India but you see he didn't try to make me stay.
We've met up a few times since then - the last time I saw him I wasn't very nice to him and I felt awful afterwards and then two days ago on one of my sporadic bear hunts I found him. He phoned last night and we talked for an hour! Oddly it felt very comfortable even if he does support Man U.
Don't worry this not going to be crazed Internet stalker story or even a love story - just another good friend refound and this time treated with a little more care.
Talking of bunny boiling - recipes for the baba blog please - so far I have creme caramel and blueberry pancakes - there must be more. I know Sonny Puri had fabulous scrambled eggs with chili and onion and tomato and I remember toast and jam after the horses had worked at Tolly in the early morning sun, with Bob Wright doing the Amrita crossword (that came from the Daily Telegraph). I have him to thank for my enduring enjoyment of crosswords. Breakfast in Kalimpong was porridge - lumpy and not very nice but made better with Auntie Annie's brandy honey: she used to keep a honeycomb in an old brandy bottle with a few drops left in the bottom - the best honey you could imagine even if you did slur your words a bit and felt a little woozy.
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