Monday 30 June
After a relatively sane flight (even if it was via Detroit), we arrived at our own house and were greeted by Dora just as if six months hadn't passed.
We found a box of Lea and Mark's pasta (the kind with vegetables ground into it, so children don't get pellagra), boiled it, and tossed it with our own pesto from a jar still in the fridge.
We found a box of Lea and Mark's pasta (the kind with vegetables ground into it, so children don't get pellagra), boiled it, and tossed it with our own pesto from a jar still in the fridge.
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