|well b said i have to fess up that mr pirate chicken got decapitated by a vicious fanged beast...|
|spose if he had buried any treasure chests of gold we will never know now...|
so b... you thinking our new veges are gonna be as good as gold in that dirt then?
|actually moll i think she's planting those special seeds that are as rare as hen's teeth...|
|these peppers are so secret b has nicknamed them our pardon me's...|
|we gonna get in trouble then doyle?|
|should i go hide then?|
|nah you woose moll, they are just peppers, special peppers that b & c had at a flash restaurant in melbourne|
|a restaurant called movida, apparently it was a bit of a golden moment where they both discovered their love of tapas|
|now we have to wait for another golden moment, the first sprout... or two...|
next week blue's coloured thursday is gonna be peridot... yeah right, no probs at all... whateydot?