sunny thursday

Well. At least, it is here. It's incredibly lovely and has been all day long. Enabling Bodhi and myself to sit outside the cafe where I had an appointment and feed a pigeon. Thereby collecting more pigeons, two starlings and a crow. Go Bodhi.

Then we walked Dun Laoghaire (say leery) Pier and saw people catching fish. Blood on the ground... Bodhi was intrigued, Momma was mildly squinked. But the sun was warm, as was the breeze, the water was still, reflecting the blue blue sky. A parent gull flash passed and dropped a wee silver fish for her grown up baby gull waiting on the side of the pier. Why do I find that less bothersome? Just the absence of fishhooks, maybe. And gutting.

BUT! That is not the point of this momentous post. No. Something unprecedented happened. Well. Not unprecedented. But unprecedented within a long time frame.

I ate a banana.

I don't know if I blogged the banana story. Most likely I did. But those who know me will know that as a one year old, I once pilfered and ate the guts of 14 bananas in one sitting. I have no memory of this even (feat/banana marathon) , all I know is that bananas are anathema to me - the smell, the texture of them, the taste, and god forbid, the sound of someone else eating one in my ear. I like banana flavoured things, and banana bread and icecream etc, but not the fruit.

Then today, I bought some for Bodhi: firm, yellow, still green at the top ones. And I tasted a bit of his as I gave it to him. Just to see.

And it was so nice, I had one too. A banana.

I'm cured.

It's quite exciting.