A birthday surprise
Grandad July 15th, 2010
It has been a busy day.
Our K8 arrived here at the crack of dawn [around half eleven] when I wasn’t fully awake so the day got off to a rocky start. I couldn’t complain, because it’s her birthday. Birthdays are important occasions to five [and three quarter] year old granddaughters, so it had to be celebrated in style. We managed to avoid the party hats and merely demolished a few bottles of wine so it was a quiet visit.
I just dropped them all home.
On the way back I called into the village to restock on my apples, as Puppychild had made free with the last of my stash.
While I was in the village, Herself phoned me.
“Are you going into the butchers?” she asked.
I said I would be passing it.
“Surprise me,” says she “and bring home some fresh meat. Make sure it’s lean, fresh and fat free.”
I surprised her all right.
I brought home the girl from behind the counter.
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It rubs the marinade on its skin and it puts it in the basket or else it gets the hose again.
Poor butcher girl.
Bringing home the bacon,eh?
yesterday a long haired young man was kidnapped by a ‘cantankerous old man’ while working as an apprentice at his local butcher shop…
Heh, heh, good one doug.
TT – I like my drop of pork.
Doug – If you can’t tell the difference, you are in deep shit!!
But she said “Surprise me”.
And boy, was she surprised!