I have left a couple of sausages on the draining board to defrost
For I am off to the barbers today!
It may sound strange but it has become a little bit of a tradition to slip the barber a furtive sausage after he has saved my usual "wreck of the Hesperus" hairstyle and has wrestled it into some semblance of normality.
I blame Auntie Glad for this odd and secret food giving practise, for after every Flower Show Meeting, she will gesture quite madly that "The package" has been left by the door for me to pick up without fuss and without the other Flower Show Committee Members noticing!
(The package, of course, is a neatly wrapped bag of fresh homebaked scones)
The secret nature of the gift has become a joyous tradition between the two of us.... a tradition I am now visiting with the barber, albeit with a bit of home made pork!
It all started when the barber noticed that I had mud all over my arse after I had sat down in his old fashioned leather chair. .
I think it had been a day I had been wrestling with animal helper Pat over a buff Orpington's impacted crop, a fight that resulted in me falling over on the field ....anyhow the barber had noticed the muck on my pants and had commented on them ( he was probably worried about the state of his leatherette!!!)
We got to talking about the birds and then the pigs... and the barber mentioned that he adored home cured bacon, a warm memory from his youth
On my next visit I brought him a couple of number 21s sausages ,a pressie he was genuinely touched by
and the tradition of "sausages for the barber" was started!