Well, we are up to day twelve, and its getting interesting.
Following a berry-picking escapade we made boysenberry jam and syrup with the last of the sugar. It was a clever move as now we can trade with pots of jam, as well as the grapefruits from our prolific grapefruit tree. We got three fresh eggs tonight for five grapefruit. Prior to that we've managed swaps for a bottle of cream, some plums and some lemons.
Milk has moved to the top of our 'wanted' list - might have to offer some jam-for-milk options around at work tomorrow or I could offer baby-sitting services as there are some young parents in our team. No-one we know has a cow we could visit.
As I write the delicious smell of homemade bread is wafting around the house. He used the last of the flour though, so these three small loaves will have to last us through.
The garden has been a great help. We have feasted on rhubarb, butter beans, silver beet, fennel, lettuce and the slowly ripening tomatoes. There's still a few tins at the back of the cupboard, and a huge bag of rolled oats - so it should be possible to get through to 20 days. He says he'd kill for a banana though...
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