You get funny things abroad. I was out and tried to go in a shop to buy needles. Well, it turned out to be gnarly ground and I went into a Cafe. I met
someone I know. I do some nursing, up where I live, and there's been times I've been sorry to see him and times I've been glad. I don't reckon neither of us were working this time, though.
He was asking about getting a copy of Gwyntha's latest book. The Amazon place might have it, but I don't shop by computer. I can't find a place to put the money in - and typing, "Blessings upon this Webpage" and waiting for them to realise that I'm a witch don't work. Some of them have got the proper attitude and say they'll give me a free download, but it's not the same.
I have trouble imagining Death cooking, somehow - not making Strawberry Wobblers, anyway.