Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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When all this first happened, last week, I was sure that I would not want or be able to mention it at all on this blog. Now, however. I feel...
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This is Keith in the car park of Moel Famau country park this morning. We decided that, as Christmas day this year was going to be a q...
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Wow its so green!
I have a recipe from the book Like Water For Chocolate for Quail in rose petal sauce, I bet it would work for Pheasant.
Oops, I posted the recipe comment, I clicked the wrong button. Forgot to identify my self.
My mate ran over a pheasant by accident once. I got out of the passenger side of the car, ran back and picked it up off the road. "What you going to do with that" he asked.
"I'm going to pluck it, gut it then eat it".
I sat in the garden and started to pluck for all I was worth.
There was plucking feathers all over the place. Tiny little ones, in my ears, up my nose, in my hair - millions of them.
I couldn't face gutting it - so I went down to the butchers and he did it for me. Me and my Dad had superb butties for work for the next week.....
Sorry folks! I don't eat meat! :)
Butties?
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