EAT: I’m the fish man…

On Friday morning while I was pottering around in the dining room, a van pulled up outside and a nice, smiley man got out and wandered up the driveway to the dining room window. “Hi. I’m the fish man,” he said. “Do you want some fresh fish from the van?”

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We didn’t have a fridge or an oven at that point, so we said no, but told him to definitely come back next Friday. Imagine that? Fresh fish, delivered from a fine food merchant every Friday morning. It’s fish for supper!

I just LOVE all the brilliant things about the place we now call home…

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