It’s Day 1 of The Plan.
Work on the dirt restaurant has commenced, with the new “stove” sanded and adorned with its first coat of bright red paint.
It must have inspired the Munchkin, as while I am gathering last year’s dead fern fronds and tidying up the garden, I overhear the sounds of some fabulous cooking going on. It seems to be coming from the dragon on the back deck.
“Right, let’s add some hermit crab and a few mussels. Queen, can you have a taste, please?”
A ladle is handed to me. “Delicious!” says the Queen.
“Hmmmm… I think it needs some snails.” The Queen is not convinced. A few minutes later, the dragon hands me the ladle again. “Absolutely exquisite! You were definitely right about the snails.”
The cooking continues. “Oops, I forgot the vegetables. They’re very important for a dragon’s health you know.”
I turn around, expecting to find a frenzy of stirring, mixing and tasting from the dragon. Instead, all I see is one small boy, still in his chair, waving a ladle about.