WordPress kindly threw up this old post as related to my last post so I clicked on it and had a little chuckle at the memory. Enjoy.
Having done a hard morning’s slaving over a hot computer, I kept being disturbed by the the rumbling noises coming from my tum.
The hens have been on egg laying overtime and we have about 3 dozen eggs all waiting to be used up or distributed among family and friends. “Mmmmmm, poached egg on toast, yummy. That’ll do for my lunch.” The eggs were poached to perfection, I laittle dash of salt and black pepper and off I trotted to go and enjoy them.
As I went to set down, somehow, the plate tipped and one slice of toast and egg slid off. “NOOOOOOOO!”
In a stupid attempt to try and catch it I actually ended up batting it volleyball style right across the room and it landed on my honey coloured living room carpet. The egg exploded, the perfectly cooked yolk covering a distance of about 3 feet, the…
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