Ssshhh... from Lindy

Matt and I were wandering along a bike path together the other day. I had a bottle of Coke Zero and I opened it. He commented on what lovely sound the Ssshhh… was. I smiled and agreed and asked him if he remembered that Ben used to make that noise. It was so convincing that we were often caught out, looking around to find the bottle. I was surprised that Matt couldn't remember the noise.

I think another Mulherin will have to step up to the plate to educate Matt. I'll do auditions this afternoon to find the best rendition.

Steak anyone?

From Jill...

I remember Ben staying with us for a few weeks and working hard on the farm – I was impressed by his confidence one evening– "who is going to eat all the steaks?" "Me" said Ben without a flinch – I believe there was a traditional Argentine serving PLUS still on the BBQ – and he did – initially with what appeared to be little regard for our amusement – just head down cutting and chewing away - but then with increased grins as he continued on his feast dutifully cleaning up all the steaks… 5 or 6 I think…I went to the meat section first the following day. I see him at our old wooden kitchen table, I see the knife and his head down, I see his grin with a mouthful, I hear that snort out of his nose as he laughed with his gob full…