17.10.13

A teacher gave me a box of persimmons for helping his daughter with her speech. It was also incentive for helping his son with a recital in the future. No such thing as a free gift in this country. Gotta get used to that.

Anyway, NZ persimmons are rubbish compared to these. I've never had anything so juicy in my life. Two of them were grown by his parents and they were out-of-this-world incredible. 

Too bad I ruined all the muffins I made with them!

The fog was incredible this morning. Thick like a blanket.