I was going to join in with Kitchen Poetry.
And then I thought, who am I kidding. I have a picture of some damp on a wall where the upstairs pipes broke, and a plumber had to come. No-one wants to see this.
And my strategically placed bowl of lemons and limes is looking decidedly depleted. (Did I say 'depleted'? I meant non-existent.)
I don't actually seem to have a lot to say at the moment, with or without the lemons.
See you, you know, in a bit. When the mood strikes.