Some 30 odd years ago I was married with my lovely Sheelagh and living at Peel House , West Street in Shipston on Stour . We had a cat called Goebbels who of course was so called because he had had his nuts removed .
One night I gave the drink a real bending and staggered home to my marital bed in a very poor state where quite understandably I was given the “cold shoulder”! I arose at 6.00am to open up business with Neil Davis at what... is now Fosseway Hire and felt so ill I thought I had better have a ruddy good fry up so entered the kitchen and removed the “breakfast pan” from under the eye level grill ( a wonderful obsolete device) .
Now I always believe one shouldn’t wash a good breakfast frying pan and therefore it was so . I noticed that Sheelagh must have had liver for supper as there was a nice piece left in the pan and I added rashers , sausages , eggs & beans and returned it to the grill. When cooked I took some thick white bread and ate it straight from the pan and went to work still feeling a little like a well sucked sweet.
At about 11.00 am Sheelagh came up to the works , berated me a little for my alcoholic state the previous evening and said “I see you had some breakfast – what did you have?” I told her and thanked her for the bit of liver. “ Are you feeling Ok “ she asked – “bit of a thick head otherwise OK” I replied . “Oh that’s alright then – but there was no liver in the pan – another cat got in through the catflap and had a fight with Goebbels and there was cat shit all over the cooker” Sheelagh informed me ! I began to wretch – she laughed!
One night I gave the drink a real bending and staggered home to my marital bed in a very poor state where quite understandably I was given the “cold shoulder”! I arose at 6.00am to open up business with Neil Davis at what... is now Fosseway Hire and felt so ill I thought I had better have a ruddy good fry up so entered the kitchen and removed the “breakfast pan” from under the eye level grill ( a wonderful obsolete device) .
Now I always believe one shouldn’t wash a good breakfast frying pan and therefore it was so . I noticed that Sheelagh must have had liver for supper as there was a nice piece left in the pan and I added rashers , sausages , eggs & beans and returned it to the grill. When cooked I took some thick white bread and ate it straight from the pan and went to work still feeling a little like a well sucked sweet.
At about 11.00 am Sheelagh came up to the works , berated me a little for my alcoholic state the previous evening and said “I see you had some breakfast – what did you have?” I told her and thanked her for the bit of liver. “ Are you feeling Ok “ she asked – “bit of a thick head otherwise OK” I replied . “Oh that’s alright then – but there was no liver in the pan – another cat got in through the catflap and had a fight with Goebbels and there was cat shit all over the cooker” Sheelagh informed me ! I began to wretch – she laughed!
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