Got any gum chum?


The first half minute or so is pleasurable; crunching on the hard white oblong whilst the spearmint juices flow and stop any heartburn dead in its tracks. Then it’s just a question of chewing until all flavour is gone and one is bored with playing Rosalind Russell as a hard boiled journo.


I’m VERY careful with the disposal, even – when out walking - removing the rubber ferule from my walking pole and placing the gum in the tiny hole. One wouldn’t want little Bambis gumming up their insides, although gumming a few ticks might prevent a few Lyme diseases.



When I got home I couldn’t reach it to remove it but my son said it would help with the suction. I’m reminded of those great lumps of pink bubble gum which we chewed as kids. The flavour was weird but pleasant and lasted for ages. Then our little mouths would work overtime until the pink glob was malleable enough to push our tongues through and blow a whacking great bubble which would then pop with a resounding crack. Best not think how we disposed of the gloopy residue.


Yesterday was sunny so we had lunch at the White Horse at Washford where last summer I had lunch with Zinnia Cyclamen and Shane (side-bar). I didn’t take photos as I have covered that area before and it would become déjà vu. Today is sunny again – I don’t have anything I MUST do, so may take my camera for a circular – up to the church, round and down to the harbour and back through the town. I haven’t had breakfast yet and – goody goody – I have a pain au chocolat as a treat.