Tuesday, 15 September 2009
up to my neck in fruit
I haven't had time, or energy in the evening, to write anything remotely interesting, let alone grammatically correct. I've been immersed in fruit. My hands are sore and cut from opening durian and removing the flesh; they're stained purple brown from breaking into mangosteens; puckered and lined from squeezing cas pulp through colanders. I'm happy. And tired.