Posted by Loulou on Aug 19, 2013 | 2 comments

Mama is a nutcake! It’s supposed to be ME who chases those white things with wings in the garden, but when mama sees one (or two, in this case), she goes bonkers, leaps out of her chair at a seemingly calm lunch for two on the sunny terrace and flails her arms, holding a butter knife (a lot of good that will do unless you’re Toshiro Mifune) and...