Mussels!

My friend is writing about mussels in Penryn. I am unable to eat mussels as they do not agree with me. My friend Sally told me that 24 years ago she met a man in Serbia who introduced her to mussels cooked in white wine. This became their staple diet, breakfast, dinner and tea, until 20 years later they ran out of wine and she sobered up and found out that she did not even like him. She has since then never tasted another mussel. Furthermore she has gone back to work and put her two children through university singlehanded.

I keep loosing my blog page so I am making a concerted effort to keep track of it. I find it so hard to remember the various addresses. I feel sure that there is an easy way to keep track but I do not know it. Which takes me to my friend who has an open fire. Maev has a degree in interior design and she cannot think without a drink. This drink has to be wine and the wine has to be a very expensive Italian wine that only the Irish can afford. Maev's trouble began when she found that the only way to really get a fire started is to gather up the wine corks. You need about 10 to get a really good start to the fire. Then you need some chopped sticks from outside the off-licence where a young fellow is collecting money by selling these to fund his trip to go birding on st Agnes in October. So there is sustainability for you. Now who would tell maeve about firelighters or newspaper. It would dry up her ideas and her life, the off-licence would close and the stick seller would have to stay ant home and the scillonian would have to stop travelling, at least from Penzance, although it might run from Falmouth if Penzance does not want it!