Monday, 4 March 2013

The luxury of chickens



Normally, I will wake up at cock-crow and begin to forget the fact that I have already written about a particular subject on this blog, then write about it all over again - same but different - and eventually realise this when it is 'finished', then I can't be bothered to write a different one so it stays up.

Well, when responding to one of John's comments on the previous post, I came up - unwittingly - with the brilliant title of this post, so I have begun it already, but now I am having an early night and going to bed.

Tomorrow, I will re-write this post but keep the title, and - as yet - I do not have a clue how it will turn out. It is such an attractive title that I have to use it, so watch this space.


I picked my girlfriend up from town, and we prepared to drive back to the country. She was carrying some shopping bags.

"Tonight, I will cook for you", she said, smiling narrowly through her dark, Yemeni eyes.

"What are we having?"

"Kitchen."

I stared at her in confusion.

"What?"

"Kitchen! Kitchen!"

She had to make clucking sounds and strut about, waving her elbows in and out before I finally understood what was on the menu.


19 comments:

  1. Dear Tom,
    sounds like a title from Alexander McCall Smith :-). As I said before: there is always someone for whom it is new (and I dread the day when I will have the feeling to Have Seen It All. Very un-Zen).

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    1. Don't worry, you are a relative new-comer to my little house and I am depending on people like you to keep me fresh.

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  2. I ate Luxury Roast Chicken last night.

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    1. You can always fall back on the eggs.

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  3. Your mind works in very mysterious ways !! XXXX

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    1. They are even mysterious to me, Jack@.

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    1. Sealed Quickly With A Loving Kiss?

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    2. Oops! That's what happens when trying to comment using my cell phone! (I'm sooo embarrassed....)

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  5. What's happened to your type face (font)?

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    1. You can alter the size at will, you know.

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    2. Font was viciously minimized to keep older, spectacle wearing folks at bay. A feeble attempt to attract a younger crowd with good eyesight.

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    3. You saw through me - or maybe not...

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  6. Clever stuff written at will Tom! Although I must say if you were planning to eat that specimen in the picture then the only place for that would be in the kitchen refuse bin, so perhaps your Yemeni girl friend was not so far from the truth after all.

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    1. I will show you the best use for a rubber chicken in the next post, Weave. Don't worry, it's quite clean - violent, but clean.

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  7. Are you sure your Yemeni GF didn't mean a kitchen table job ?
    ROTTLMO

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    1. Now don't tell me... I'll guess it in a minute...

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  8. Rooting on the table - luscious mega orgasm.

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    1. Nah - you made that up... didn't you? (Anyway, you'll give the old Druid a heart attack).

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