On the morning of Sunday…… *goes to check calendar to see what the bloody date was*…… Sunday 31st August 2008, I as per usual for a Sunday morning these days went to the Cash & Carry in Eastfield, nr Scarborough with my Dad to help get supplies for his shop.
Things were running smoothly right up until the turn right into Thornburgh Road to get to the entrance to the car park. We got there just in time to have to hold on a few secs for a queue of traffic, which just also happened to be around the same time a bloke exercising his Rottweiler was picking up it’s turds from the pavement / grass verge.
The sight of the tennis ball sized bag of rottweiler sh*t (with the plastic bag moulding itself to it) was almost enough to cause me to to come close to seeing my breakfast again, and gave me a few Vietnam style flash backs during most of the rest of the day………. just as we finally got to turn right, I was thinking “you watch…. I bet before the days out, the old git’ll inform me that there’s a bag of sausages for dinner in the shop freezer” (like I really wanted to have sausage after seeing that? particularly as I’d already bought something else on Friday afternoon for Sunday’s dinner…. well, except ended up having that on Saturday instead, and was gonna have what I bought for Saturday’s dinner for Sunday’s dinner instead).
Low and below, sometime after 6pm (I think), guess what he kindly informed me was in the freezer for dinner?