I don't really love shopping. I don't hate it, but shopping for presents I find blooming hard. Everyone is so difficult. Not the children, they are easy. Small children want everything. Not one special thing, but any thing you might think of to wrap up for them, yep, they want it. Potato peeler, yep. That wrapper on the ground, yep.
But big people... what a pain.
"Mum, would you like a pair of gardening gloves?"
"How about plastic shoes for the camping showers?"
"A welcome mat?"
"Nope, got one."
"Well what would you like then?"
"A small plastic chopping board."
You can see why I chose pumpkins.
I am worried about them. It's almost Christmas day and it's freezing blooming cold. I am wearing a pair of tracksuit pants. In summer. In Brisbane. It's been raining near on every day for months, and there is not a single surviving pumpkin on the pumpkin vines. We just saw the weather forecast and there's rain predicted for the next seven days. Welcome to the Soggy State.
They are trying hard, but it's so wet, the pumpkins are getting nowhere.
Is there any hope for pumpkin soup?