The end of the week is always super busy. On Thursday I played netball until ten o clock. When I got home I realised I’d not had any dinner. What to eat?
Well one sausage. The lonesome sausage. In the freezer. Shivering for some love. I ate him with a fried egg.
Sausages were originally designed to use up all the offally parts. I’m pretty sure a lot still do, so that’s why I’m eating them. The posher ones I buy, I’m sure have never seen an organ, but it’s a difficult question to ask.
One day I will make my own sausages.
Then I will rule the world.