Minty and it’s connotation’s

The fresh smell of mink is wafting through the house. A crazed afternoon of chop and stash, with the profusion of wild mint that was growing around the front door! How it seeded and then grew aplenty is anyone’s guess – but grow it did. Last year I left it too late and it went to seed and died off. But this year I took a decision of wisdom and cut it back whilst it was in its prime. The food dehydrator doesn’t know what has hit it! Now drying batch 2 of 3, the whirring of the motor can be heard loudly in the living room. The freshest aroma – intoxicating. Now back to a handsome memory whilst with a good friend Suzanne. At one of her party’s in Soho, London where she lived, myself and John were introduced to a lovely lady who rented one of those ‘Models Apartments’ close to Old Compton Street. I’m not quite sure if she lived up to her name, but Minty was actually quite a nice lady!

p.s. All of the children are now fully acclimatised to fresh mint toothpaste. That strawberry cheesecake flavour was vile…

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A Gay Dad reflecting on life in the Shires of England with my not so famous five and two rapscallion Dalmatian hounds

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