Me (while eating a stalk of rhubarb with sugar): “This is so tasty!
Emily: “….no, it’s not.”
Me: “Oh, c’mon. They ate it during the Gold Rush.” 7 more words
Rather pleased with this little lot, but I did have to endure the Mad Trolley Lady being glued to my side. Today she really stank to high heaven, so I hid my face in my coat and tried to turn my head away from her and then the cheeky mare started waving her hand under her nose try to make out it was me that smelt!