EDitorial ± 24-Nov-2005

Taste Of Honey

On the table this evening sat a new jar of posh honey. The Boy examined it, identified it successfully, then discarded it.

That, I said, might be a Christmas present for someone.

He looked at me scornfully.

That's not a present, he said. Maybe a toy. (pause) Or a Power Ranger. (pause) Or a dinosaur.