Posh Fruit and International Connections.

I have a Skype call booked to New York at around midnight tonight. Sounds impressive, doesn’t it? Exotic, even. So much so that it justifies repetition:

I have a call booked to New York at midnight.

Me?

My fruit bowl looks exotic, too. That’s because it has a bunch of grapes on top of the apples, pears, plums and bananas. It looks like somebody should come and paint its picture. This is all too epicurean for me.

I’m off to brave the gale and the Shire night now. I wonder whether the fiends that stalk the lanes get hungrier when it’s windy. Maybe I should take the grapes with me.