i like toast.
and toasters, big enough for 4 peices.
bizarre conversing..
clare: *and i need two bags of baby spinach*
jo: ha i had a mental image of an actual baby spinach then
rose: what like a baby with spinach hands?
jo:...no. like a spinach, but a baby one. an actual baby
rose: spinach in the shape of a baby?
jo: no! like imagine if spinach was alive..a baby one!
rose:...sorry no i'm still not getting it
jo: well imagine spinach was a living thing, it had a face and it talked..imagine a baby one
rose: riiiiiight okay i get it. so like spinach shaped baby
jo: no rose!!! imagine a living spinach and then imagine its in a pram or something, or sucking a dummy or crying or going like goo goo ga ga or dribbling i dunno something babies do!
rose: ah okay yeh i get you
jo:...bloody hell......
