I am just about to tuck into Mr Grigg's special sausages, with mash and Pelly's homemade chilli jam. Mr Grigg has returned, triumphantly, from a day's course at the wonderful Magdalen Project, bringing home not the bacon but two large containers of sausages and a huge pate.
There were just three students and the tutor, lots of huffing and stuffing, and crude remarks about 60ft long condoms.
Mr Grigg's partner for the day, a 70+ man called Les with a colonel's white moustache, got into trouble with the mincer end of the sausage making machine. Mr Grigg waited anxiously at the other end, ready to catch the sausage meat in an awesome length of skin. But the more Les stuffed, the more he huffed. A quick check by the tutor revealed the attachment was on the wrong way round and Les had been sucking rather than blowing. Oo-er missus.
It was like a scene from a Carry On film. Just up Mr Grigg's street. He has been a bit stressed lately, with lots of work, lots of travelling and other things on his mind. The sausage making course was my Christmas present to him. And it did the trick. No stress. And plenty of sausages.
That's about it
Love Maddie x
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