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Picked the first capsicum from the garden.
Chopped it up, and sauteed some with some mushrooms, tomato, and spring onions, then added it to some baked beans on toast for breakfast.
The aroma when I cut it open was Fucking Amazing... it's so easy to forget how good food is meant to be until you grow your own.
Saw (well, heard him first) a fellow practising the bagpipes as I rode through the park after work, so stopped and listened for a bit. Asked if he knew Scotland the Brave:
"I can play it, but not well."
"That's ok, I can sing it, but not well."
What followed was something you should be grateful you weren't there for.
But we had fun, which is all that really matters.