Anna of the Mutton Years

Anna, a middle age woman in England with a self-deprecating look at life, mostly. I am not one thing, I am many and so is my blog. It's a lucky dip when you read me. I am part cook, part struggling fashion forward thinker, part mother, part professional job holder, part chicken keeper, part shopper. I am not an expert on anything other than me and I'm a 'bitsa'. So is my blog, bitsa' this, bitsa' that. I'd love to have your comments on my bitsa' life. Please follow and share my story.

Suspicious Activity

Dear reader, under the cover of darkness suspicious activity was undertaken last night by Mr Him, myself, the yogurt churner extraordinaire and his mother. In a dimly lit street a van pulled up. The van, fondly known as the Green Machine, was driven by the yogurt churner extraordinaire's mother. Out of the van slithered the gangly limbs of the 18 year old yogurt churner extraordinaire and the full stomach of Mr Him, which so much didn't slither as flop. Yellow sodium light shed soft illumination as they opened the back of the van. The yogurt churner approached an unadvertised door. You could easily walk past it. Many do. The door was flush to the wall and opened straight onto the pavement. He pressed a buzzer and the door opened.