Why? I assume what Rob eats is biodegradable? 😉
Slobodan, even
Rob is biodegradable!
In the event, I did make my own, and the damage now sits smiling at me and stinking in the kitchen. The meal itself was just boiled potatoes, a large red pepper fried along with a solitary egg. It tasted okay, but as ever, I wonder why the hell I bother. It's amazing how many utensils get used in that simple production.
(That said, I have discovered that my French chef is on the last year of his ten-year lease, and wants to retire/cut his losses? It was bad enough in winter when he closed. but if he's not there in summer, either...)
I sat on the terrace on three different white plastic chairs. Two, I realised purely by chance, have developed a split in exactly the same place: where the armrest meets the main back section. Well, after perhaps twenty or so years of service I can't really complain. Our first outfit was a set of those wrough iron things, full of whorls and designs, and with matching table. They look very cute, but are terribly dangerous: the tough bits rust beneath the white plastic coating where you can't see 'em, and as happened with one of ours, a neighbour fell on his ass when the thing gave way once as he was eating with us. One of our early cats used to wear a flea collar, and one day I heard a bit of a commotion and on going outside I found the poor mother hanging from it, caught on one of the curlicues No more metal, thanks.
Trouble is, I now have a few matching plastic chairs to try to get rid of somehow; perhaps Sky News will send a team round from England to come interview me and pick 'em up as part of their massive publicity campaign to rid the world of plastic.
Rob