Tins, Tins, Tins...

Our new kettle has a shorter lead than the old one and accommodating it on the work top involved moving objects around and- because one thing leads to another- taking a long hard look at the store cupboard. So many tins- enough to fuel an Antarctic expedition or keep us going through the zombie apocalypse.

Do we want to take them all with us when we move?

I opened two tins of vegetable curry for lunch and a tin of ratatouille for supper.