Kim revelation:
"Actually, strawberries
taste quite nice, Mummy!"

While I blog, silence.
Later, when I kiss my son
he smells of cat food...

Hot, red, tired - lawn mown.
On my back, Angus snores. From
next door, "Alors, hnnnn?"

Angus eats pasteque.
(That's French for watermelon,
with less syllables.)