I was mugged this week ...
... but don't worry. I wasn't hurt. It was an actual mug. Well more like a demitasse. As I left for work on Thursday morning I found, sitting on my mail box, a brown paper bag with the words "You've been mugged" neatly written on it. Inside was a small cup and saucer. More neat handwriting with encouraging words around the rim. I'm not normally an inspirational quote type of gal but it did make me smile when I tried to explain to my blind husband that I'd been mugged. "But it's a tea cup isn't it? I don't get it." I told him the short note inside the cup explained it was a Facebook meme. Seems someone in Ipswich is mugging people. Not new in a tough old town but this is a different type of weapon, kind words. So thanks stranger for starting my Thursday with a smile.
It's a rainy Saturday here. Lots of work to do in the garden today. We are planting up a vege garden. Tomatoes, spinach, eggplant, zucchini and squash ... and okra. I hate okra but apparently my husband loves it. Any recipe ideas? I'll be back later with photos of soggy seedlings I guess :)
Reader Comments (3)
That's bizarre. And awesome.
Okra eh? I've only ever had it in a dish at a Greek place near work. I like it.
Definitely weird :)
What a wonderful piece of news your "being Mugged" was to read this morning. I think I have a new mission on my street this week! About the okra. LOVE Okra but I'm from the south where my father grew enough in our back yard to feed our street. My mother would toss salted slices in Ballard's cornmeal and fry them to the point of burning in a little oil and butter. Delicious. (If you come across one that won't slice easily throw it away).