we got bread bombed last night. the doorbell rang at 10:30pm and when mum answered it there was no one there but this box of bread. i'm sure there's some kind of logical explanation but just the smell of it makes me sick.

a (very) small insight into daily life in a new city.
i stopped for some sustenance at 'the centre of the universe'. needless to say it made me feel disgusting and i didn't finish either of them but it had to be done.





then i drove up to providore, so tasty. i had some lunch; whiting with crispy potatoes (fish & chips) with fennel and shallot salad (from the garden).
this coffee was just awful but i really did enjoy the little cup in came in.







killed a cockroach and made a ratatouille. the two events are only linked by the fact that the cockroach attacked me when i went in to the pantry to get olive oil (it's under the spray, under the paper towel and was there for a good few hours just to be sure it was dead).



i was also willing this galapagos tortoise to eat that bird, but he was too slow (of course). he is 175 years old so i guess that's a good enough excuse.


mama tiger. the cubs were nowhere to be seen. she had hidden them away because they're not used to crowds yet. which means i'm probably going to back and capture them and take them to london with me.


