Rice and crayfish

 Hi Natty!  How are you today, my love?  I hope all is calm and you're having a marvelous time while enjoying tasty foods.  It's been a busy morning for me.  My mother wanted to go gallivanting, so I took her to the hospital, then to Guardian, then to the hairdresser, then we stopped by for some cakes on the way home.  Everyone else was busy too.  Traffic was heavy and people were rushing about, even though the stores and schools are closed.  Some people are obviously making money somehow.  Idiots that buy into cryptocurrency think their wealth from virtual value will get them enough money to buy whatever they want to eat, but not when nobody farms.  You can't eat Bitcoin!  The locals here like to farm rice, but those ponds can yield a double crop.  Let's farm crayfish!  Crayfish are tough (but they don't like pesticide), and the Chinese are gluttons for them.  Have you ever had crayfish, Natty?  People usually cook them like prawns, but they're closer to lobsters.  That means the gold is in the heads.  Make sure you grind up those crayfish heads and strain them, to turn into soups and fonds!

I told Mary that I found lyrics for "Cherry-coloured funk".  She said she likes that song, but she really wants to sing "Frou-frou foxes in midsummer fire".  She said that it's so beautiful that it makes her weep.  She weeps all the time, though.  Like Sailor Moon.