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Masgetti
In the summer we all live outside. On an evening you can hear Ram in his garden and Martin in his.
We eat out, read books and papers and watch the stars.
Today lunch was at Martin’s. Fhai cooked spaghetti (or as Joanne calls it Masgetti) and we sat out trying to decide what to do with the rest of the as we’d all had a late start due to swimming and shopping.
In spite of the lure of festivals on the South Bank and the idea of a trip to the sea we decided on a trip to a local village, some bike riding, football and the odd beer.
Back home Martin came up for a meal outside and we sat with salad and chicken cooked in Moroccan spices drinking beer and watching the bats.
