The light-hearted comments on life and artistic efforts of a poet living in Monmouthshire a.k.a. Doc Barbara. All illustrations are copyright Barbara Daniels
Monday, 15 October 2012
I like cucumbers, their fresh smell, their deep green, the fact they are good for you in all manner of gentle cucumbery ways. In fact, they are COOL. Yet I hate the way the distributers wrap them in tough plastic coverings, enclosing their delicate slender bodies in unbeathing man-made substances, causing them suffering and me wounded fingers. How do you get these coats off without slicing down their length, cutting into the vegetable and chopping at the hand holding the thing in place? Answers on the back of a postage stamp please!