When Chris was at Church this afternoon
I fell asleep in the armchair
Around four pm I was woken up
By a knock on the door
It was policeman Ian from High Street
With a single quails egg scotch egg
Wrapped in a small square of baking parchment
He had baked his first egg and wanted an expert's view on it
10/10
Nectar of the gods
That's a policeman with many talents!
ReplyDeleteA culinary cop!
Deleteyou have quite a group of interesting neighbours, john. glad you enjoyed a homemade scotch egg!
ReplyDeleteyou are so lucky lucky being treated by the arm of them law keep well in
ReplyDeleteYou don't mind a policeman knocking on your door when he comes bearing scotch eggs.
ReplyDeleteAnytime!
DeleteYour reputation apparently precedes you - expert opinion, indeed :)
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful... did he know about your scotch egg addiction or was it a coincidence ?
ReplyDeleteI took him a flower show schedule and the subject of scotch eggs miraculously came up
DeleteSo... now you are the scotch egg expert for miles around... anything you can't do? :-)
ReplyDeleteI am not very good at women's anatomy drawing
DeleteWord must be spreading all over Wales about your addiction/expertise!!
ReplyDeleteAsk jac at home...she very kindly sent me some for my birthday!
DeleteHe could receive no higher endorsement!
ReplyDeleteWas he from Scotland Yard?
ReplyDeleteWhitehall 1212!
DeleteNow that's more like it - quail's egg is the size you should be eating now you are trying to lose weight again.(as long as you don;t eat ten!)
ReplyDeleteYes mama!
DeleteEvery field needs its experts. x
ReplyDeleteThe nicest things come in small packages (well, sometimes!) x
ReplyDeleteSuch a talented policeman.
ReplyDeleteX x
A practiced plod so to speak
DeleteI agree. Expert you are and high praise indeed. He could go into business and make a small fortune.
ReplyDeleteHope this week is better to you, John. ♥
If he was wearing his uniform and had a scotch egg -- There are some that would say that's a fantasy come true! :-)!!
ReplyDeleteLol..... No uniform Kim and he had his partner joanne in tow
Deleteno picture? oh dear, it was that good.
ReplyDeleteSounds like The Archers, with you playing Fallon.
ReplyDeleteMy breasts aren't big enough
DeleteI'll have to take your word for that.
DeleteTsk tsk. Nectar is the drink of the Gods, I think you meant Ambrosia. Just saying....!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful surprise!!!
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy reading about your life.
ReplyDeletecheers, parsnip
I wish I had neighbors like you! Your whole village sounds so nice!
ReplyDeleteHell, I have "friends" that live within walking distance who couldn't even be bothered to send me a text after my recent surgery. People just get too caught up in their own lives to be thoughful, I guess. I wish all of the wonderful people I know via blogs lived close by.
He sounds like a Bobby Dazzler.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should think about patenting a 'Welsh Egg' - to your own superior recipe of perfection. I can't seriously think that the Scotch Eggs which you consume cannot be improved on.
ReplyDeleteThat is too damn sweet!
ReplyDeleteAn eggspectant copper.
ReplyDelete(couldn't resist, sorry)
XO
WWW
Anbrosia indeed. There's not much beats a scotch egg - and a quail's one at that. Since my blog on the subject I've now had dozens of folk send me their photos of their gourmet eggs.
ReplyDelete