cans and cans

fetched my father from victoria station this morning. he arrived with endless cans of baked goods. he is some equivelent of the russian babushka who shows up for a visit with endless pots of varenia and pickles and so on. he brought over a kilo of biscuits alone, plus cakes and all sorts of other things. i will be fed of this for weeks!he even brought mice for the cat, what more could one ask for? of course the cat thinks he came to see/worship HER