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

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9 comments:

  1. Travel1:30 pm

    Love on a plate.

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  2. Kate2:13 pm

    You're so spoiled, John! In the best way.

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  3. Boud2:13 pm

    That's a magic wall. It yields great things.

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  4. JayCee2:17 pm

    A little treat like that now and then can't do any harm. That's what I always tell myself!

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  5. happy hooker2:35 pm

    Someone knows you well! xx

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  6. Yellow Shoes2:43 pm

    I do love a scotch egg.
    One that arrives unannounced, even better x

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  7. Moving with Mitchell3:52 pm

    A Scotch egg on the wall. What everyone dreams of.

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  8. Barbara Anne4:05 pm

    Ohhhh ... a touch of magic and one of your very most favorite things on the planet! Are you wearing your Scotch Egg tee shirt?

    Hugs!

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  9. Andi's English Attic4:15 pm

    You must really love that dog to share your Scotch Egg with her.

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