Sunday, March 12, 2006

dry carnivorous humour

I was in the butcher's in Jarrow today with Molly. Normally, when she's out and about in her pushchair, she's in a kind of trance, but she started to bawl in the butcher's. An old man said to me: "She doesn't eat meat, eh?" Well, no. "Hmm", he said, pointing to her baldy gums. "Doesn't have the equipment for it."

Mind you, we've a feeling she's just about to teethe.