Thanks for hosting Belita and I love the banner photo by Mitch.
It's neither my garage, nor my kitchen - but my laundry room and on the right at the back, the wine cellar.
It is neither the local bus, nor our car, but the farmer spreading muck over the fields of the village.
It is neither an exhibit at the local food fair, or the product of an ostrich, just two normal eggs being fried in a pan.
It is neither mine, nor is it the neighbour's, but my husbands great grand-daughter, born just over a month ago.