
That's meant to be Johnny Depp, in cookie form. A work of art, eh, me hearties?
Yesterday in morning and evening when the Chap and I were together--when we remembered to--we sort of observed Talk Like a Pirate Day. Life at present is so impossibly hectic that such silliness is very welcome.
To celebrate, we enjoyed the odd yet tasty pirate cookies that I'd purchased in advance, as a surprise.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum.
A bottle of anything sounds tempting at the moment but I'm not able to imbibe. In the early morn I'm having one of those blood tests for which they make you stop eating and drinking after 9 p.m. Having blood drawn, whether from a finger prick or a vein in my arm used to make me faint, but in my maturity I've got quite stoic and oh, so brave.
Just like a pirate.
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