Phew that was a long blog, I think that Angela will use it as part of her report. Far more insightful than I can muster.
My turn to do the washing again. What happened to the staff I use to command? Checking for tissues in pockets I found an unusually large parcel in one of Jacob’s trousers. Wary of what might be there I gingerly picked out the packet – spider of praying mantis? No a packet of fried potatoes! Asked why, he responded he needed them for the ants, and with that departed off into the jungle somewhere for a couple of hours. Do ants really eat potatoes, fried of otherwise?