Halva And A Shoe Rack

[poliphilo]

Stefka, who has been my mother's main carer over the past few months, went on holiday to Bulgaria- where she hails from- and brought us back a small tin of halva (sp?). Halva is a dry paste made- says Stef- of sunflower seeds and sugar. It's brain-rottingly sweet. Ailz and I had a spoonful each and gave the rest to Matthew who has no inhibitions we're aware of when it comes to food.

Stef handed in her notice before going away and is now working out her notice. She has a flat to go to in a farmhouse outside York. Her possessions will fit into her not very big car- or at least she hopes they will- and she's going to be moving them herself. She has a large collection of shoes. I gave her a shoe rack we're not using any longer for her to display them on.