I've been really fed up. DH asked what I wanted for my birthday in about two weeks. I mentioned that I'd lost my rosemary pot which a friend gave me about eight years ago. I think the rain was too much for it. DH sent off for a selection of herbs. They arrived when he was out. None of which I want except the rosemary. He has spent £18 (the bill was in the box) on some really manky herbs which look tired and on their last legs. I feel so ungracious and really rude as I couldn't work up any enthusiasm for the poor things. It has been a long day.
It’s been a while so I will start us off…….whats for supper and why?



