A Scotch Egg On The Wall

It’s cold and rainy today 

And by just pure luck I spied a plastic bag on the kitchen wall

It it was a single, homemade scotch egg

The God’s are smiling on me today

Be still my beating heart.

I shared some of it with old Mary as Roger remained asleep

And jolly good it was too

A Sunday treat on an inhospitable Sunday

I’ve talked to friends this morning via teams and am due a catch up with Nige at three pm. 

At five I’m meeting my sister for the finale of Downton Abbey….is it fifteen years ago since the series started? How time flies.

I wonder who left me the egg? 

It was bloody lovely