I came back from work this evening, took off my shoes, put down my bags, and wandered in the direction of the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I stopped mid-stride in the dining room, and thought:
Why is there a sausage on the floor?There was a large sausage, pleasingly curved, speckled with herbs (it was not a cheap sausage, clearly. We live in a
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