ONE SMALL WHITE (WELL, GREY REALLY) MONKEY, ANSWERS TO THE NAME OF BOBO
LAST SEEN IN A PLAY CENTRE IN EARLWOOD, NSW, WHERE HE WAS TAKEN AT A SMALL BOY'S INSISTENCE.
SORELY MISSED BY LITTLE CHAP WHO LIKES TO SLEEP WITH HIM.
REWARD FOR RETURN = BIG GRINS FROM HAPPY BOY.
(Amazingly, he DID manage to go to sleep for his nap without Bobo - something of a first. Must have been really tired. The good thing about Bobo being so, err, loved is that no-one in their right mind would want to keep him. I just hope the play centre staff don't bin him before I can get back there.)
Why is that that the two toys E has adored in his life have both been white?
Damned polenta. Why is it so tricky to make? I never seem to get it right. I got the most lovely Jewish cookbook at work last week and I tried to make the polenta gnocchi in it.
Too squishy to shape!
We now have polenta, um, sludge for dinner.