Mia tells me that broccoli in summer needs a hundred toxic chemicals to make it grow and you eat those when you eat it. i was just reminded of this when I had to take some old yellow broccoli up to the compost bin. The dogs always follow me when I go up there, because most of the time, there's something in it for them. In this case there was. It was a biscuit each. Charlie got the heart and Barry got the bone. It is rare for either of them to get a full bone-shaped biscuit because these ones are easily snapped in two, unlike the heart ones, which crumble. I can see Barry right now, up the hill, sniffing around. He has a vivid if solitary private life.
