My sweet little Vietnamese neighbour buzzed my doorbell without stopping early this morning. Thankfully I had finished my bath and dressed, but my hair was a different story. Anyway, the reason for today’s visit was to ask for help in threading two needles, she needs glasses but doesn’t have. I obliged! She felt the need to reward my efforts and dragged me back to her apartment, where she rummaged through her contents for a gift.

Wait for it, wait for it………..🙊🙈🙉😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Yes, a few fish heads with hand sign instructions on how to make it, and sauces to use etc. I was bewildered and left, knowing I couldn’t reject her gift.

Five minutes later, she returned, making sure I had ingredients, and where I must cook it.

Bless her kind soul, but each time my doorbell rings, (she has a distinct manner she rings a bell and you know it’s her), I feel panicked as to what weird and exotic treats she has installed for me.

She keeps life interesting.

Today’s gift is by far my least favourite. The rascals agree the live prawn’s launching themselves out of the pot, crying for freedom was a close 2nd place if we had a beach closeby the kids would have set them free. The children refused to harm the helpless prawns which I had to regift quickly to someone less hypocritical, than me. I mean I’m happy to cook prawns as long as I don’t have to be part of their death🙈