There & Back Again.

Grown don't mean nothin' to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that supposed to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing. ~ Toni Morrison.
So what did we do while we were away? Well, we wandered up to the Leisure Centre to look at the most recent artwork: some rather good, some simply awful & the occasional stroke of pure genius.

We ambled out to the ginger factory, which is always rather nice. There's nothing quite like the smell of ginger growing abundantly in a garden. There are nifty craft shops too. And ginger. Do you like ginger? We do.

And the nut factory. Macadamias. Or Queensland Nuts. Candied; Wasabied; sweet chillied; limed with black peppered; honeyed; plain & roasted. Mmmm. I don't care; any way they come.

We read while the rain dripped down, drank proper coffee or hot chocolate, ate chocolate biscuits & smooched with the cat who bites everyone the day they go to go home. She doesn't like partings either. Admired the wildlife in mum's bedrooms. The little geckos are so cute but not safe with a cat around so out they have to go. Ditz wanted to bring him home but we have two cats.