Two Scotch Eggs in my Underpants

This is a postscript to this morning's post.
I got up from a deep sleep at 4.30pm
and looked like the wreck of the Hesperus when I led the sleepy dogs down the
stairs.
Through the window on the front door, I noticed that something had been 
left tied for me around the front door handle, so thinking that Auntie
Gladys had been at work with her scones I opened the door.
There all wrapped up inside a small container 
were two exquisite looking scotch eggs and a card

They were absolutely delicious and tasted like nectar.
Your kind gift has made my day
I sat on the damp grass in the front garden in my underpants and ate them both
with my eyes shut!
Thank you

One of the eggs waiting to be scoffed!


40 comments:

  1. Are you & Sue virtually neighbours ? That was so thoughtful of her xx

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    1. Not far from each other. It took me about 40 minutes to do the scotch egg emergency run, well worth it :-)

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    2. awwwwwwwww, Sue, so perfect !
      Best friend ever.

      cheers, parsnip

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    3. Sue you are a good egg x

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  2. THAT is precious. In the very good sense.

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  3. "Two Scotch Eggs in my Underpants" - and here I thought it was just your twig & berries! bwhahahahaha! :-)

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  4. Anonymous4:16 pm

    TMI John....TMI...lol

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  5. Anonymous4:18 pm

    How very kind. After your last post I was just thinking you could do with a scotch egg. Now, how do I rid myself of the image of you sat in just your underpants? X

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  6. I used to make them, I should again, I do enjoy along with haggis. What I do when sad? Pick up my knitting and watch an old movie, made a note of yours, sounds lovely :)
    XO
    WWW

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  7. I'm glad I drove off sharpish, the thought of you on the damp grass in your underpants doesn't quite 'do it' for me somehow ;-)

    Glad you enjoyed them. xx

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  8. My Mother always used to say that I looked like 'the wreck of the Hesperus' That would be when I got up to take her to Mass at 7 o'clock on a Sunday morning, after the Saturday night before!

    I was 18 and had 3 hours sleep, what did she expect me to look like?

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  10. Glad the eggs have perked you up :)

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  11. What a lovely gesture, thoroughly enjoyed I am sure.
    The unexpected is worth its weight in gold.
    Well done Sue, and John, well deserved.
    Love from Pam in TX.

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  12. What a star you are Sue. Hopefully they will help you through your night shifts John

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  13. Touching, but shameless. John 'I'll write for food' Gray. I have to remember this tactic.

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  14. What a thoughtful thing for Sue to do. There are such lovely people in this world!

    Smiling at the image of you sitting in the damp eating your gift :)

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  15. What a perfectly timed delivery. Thank you, Sue!

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  16. Two quail's eggs and a chipolata....

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  17. I rather think that Tom is being a little unkind there!
    I never eat a Scotch egg without thinking of you.

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    1. Who do you think of when eating a chipolata?

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  18. What a wonderful lady you are Sue. Thanks for cheering up our friend today xxx

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  19. The perfect antidote for the blues from good old Sue.I hope that you feel a whole lot better now John….. Sod Slimming World !!!! XXXX

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  20. What a wonderful freind. I wish i was so close.

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  21. I am surprised that Sue didn't also leave you a stonking courgette to sit between your scotch eggs!

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  22. And no doubt when you'd finished eating, you wiped your hands on said underpants. Such behaviour is shocking from one of the village's most distinguished residents.

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  23. Now that must have helped you to feel better! I hope Auntie Glady's wasn't walking past when you were outside in your undies!

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  24. There are some times when the heart value is greater than the caloric.
    Good on Sue!

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  25. Oh dear after reading your title I have a disturbing picture of you with the scotch eggs in your undies ...........

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  26. Just what was needed! Hope your spirits are up!

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  27. I thought you meant the scotch eggs were in your undies. I wanted to suggest that perhaps you mistook them for a pair of something else inside your underpants.

    Love,
    Janie

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  28. Unless that's a massive plate I suspect they were quail scotch eggs. I tried making some of them last week after someone gave me quail eggs (I'd never eaten them) and they are VERY fiddly to make. What a wonderful neighbour you have.

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    1. They were made with Pekin Bantam eggs, I had to keep the calories down for John while still giving him the treat he deserved :-)

      And they are THE perfect egg for scotch eggs having such a high ratio of yolk to white....very tasty.

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  29. Isn't it about time that you changed your allegiance to Welsh Cakes? Did no-one tell you that the Scots (and their eggs) have been ostracised?

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  30. Well done Sue, would expect nothing less from you, love your blog too. I can picture the silly grin on Joh's face now.........

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  31. What a delightful way to start the day

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  32. Does the "Going Gently" moderator allow second "comments"?..

    An ITU nurse called John Gray
    Gobbled scotch eggs every day
    His hospital locker
    Was completely chocker
    For he’d never give any away.

    BOOM! BOOM!

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  33. And I suppose your poor dogs had to just watch you putting them away? I hope you at least allowed them to lick your plate!

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  34. Me thinks I'd like to live mid-way between you and Sue lol!
    I wonder if any of the neighbours saw you sitting there? A sight to behold! Glad you enjoyed them and bless Sue for making them and bringing them over to you xx

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