Returning from my whirlwind trip back to the UK last week, I had a bizarre encounter with an amorous travel agent at the airport as I waited for my cab.
Me: No, I’m not going to meet you for a glass of wine, I’m afraid.
Him: Please don’t worry, I’m afraid too.
… not exactly what I meant – oh, well.
No – my real fear was that there might have been an outbreak of crab flu, or Dutch crab disease in my absence, forcing me to lead a crab-free lifestyle from now on. But I’m happy to report that my fears were unfounded, and last night I even managed to add to my repertoire –
– bottom right is black pepper crab … just one more example of crustacean deliciousness.
One of the claws exploded with a loud crack as I attacked it with nutcrackers and it shot goo all over me, the table and the floor. My neighbour cleaned me up after that little accident, but I still managed to make a terrible mess –
But at least the pile of debris wasn’t so high that I couldn’t see over it