Sep 1st, 2018
I bought some spicy dried peas for myself at the weekend. As I didn’t eat them immediately, R purloined them and took them off to his office.
I was in the kitchen and heard a loud strangled noise, which was vaguely reminiscent of the noise Tigger made in the story when he was trying to find something he liked to eat and bit on a bee when sampling a thistle.
When he regained his voice, R announced that I could have my spicy peas right back “Too hot and too crunchy”.
Sadly, I fear that we already know what R likes best to eat (cheap milk chocolate). Unfortunately it is probably not as good for him as the extract of malt “strengthening medicine” that Tigger finally settled on.